Seek answers at the Strip Club.

You sneak outside and walk down the courtyard. Your mind wonders what is going on. The cold breeze hits your face as it dawns on you that you were alone. Who are you? Are you a married man? Do you have a wife and kids?

Are you a killer or a saint? Maybe you don't want to know. You are in a prison uniform for all you know your hands have been stained with blood of the innocent and one day you chose to forget what you are. You chose to forget the demons that run into your mind. You chose it because you didn't want to live with what you've done. It could be none of those. You could be a robot from outer spac, it could be like a cheap sci-fi novel. You find it odd that you don’t know who you are but you know things about the world. You know how to use a gun, you know several ways to kill a man and you even have loose knowledge of pop culture.

Your mind races. You remember the Girls, Girls, Girls sign flashing in the darken streets. It's neon light casting twisted shadows across the streets, You knew that place meant something to you. You walked to the strip club and see some drunken man stumbling away from the swinging doors. You carefully watch him in the parking lot, keeping hidden in the shadows. He falls on the ground then picks himself up again. You see him reach into his jacket and remove a set of car keys. He proceeds to fumble with the keys trying to unlock the door when you sneak up behind him. He doesn't notice you until you speak. "Need a little help?" you ask and before he can turn you give him a fierce judo chop to the back of his neck. He tumbles to the ground and lays in a heap. Quickly you look around making sure nobody witnessed what just happened. The coast is clear then you took his clothes and put the drunk in the car's trunk. You feel guilty about this act, but the fact that you feel guilty is some what comforting. Maybe you weren't a monster afterall! With the man's wallet which contains a few dollars you enter the club.

As you walk through the doorway you spot a couple of girls dancing. "On the stage is Francesca" the DJ says. The girl was busty and her legs were long and flowing. By the look of it you think she is Spanish but with a little black mixed in. She was a very good dancer especially for a stripper. She had an exotic look and deep blue eyes. She had long flowing dark hair. She squeezed her tits together as she rode the pole. She bent her back rubbing herself. The other ladies poured milk all over her and licked it off. The crowd went wild and it makes you smile. She then crawled over to you like a cat, slowly licked up the milk. You put out some cash and she took it. "Meet me in the back after the dance, I will tell them you can come back there," she purrs.

She finished the dance and collected her dollar bills from the stage as the crowd cheered. You didn't know why she wanted you back there, but it could lead to some needed answers. You walked back to the backroom and behind the curtain. The bouncer let you through and directed you to go in. You saw her walking, shaking her ass and giving you a playful smile. She motions you with her finger for you to follow. The woman leads you into a private room with no cameras. Looking out the room's only window you see that you were two floors up. You scan the room, there is a table with a huge mirror infront of it, surrounding the mirror are a row of light bulbs. On the table are a veriety of makeups and other things. There is a small chair by the table and on the other side of the room is a bed.

The woman begins to speak as she walks toward the bed, "So what the hell do you want?" She demands.

Before you have a chance to answer she pulls out a gun out from under the pillow.

"You have a lot of balls coming in here," she said.

She instructs you to raise your arms so she can check you for any weapons.

"What are you talking about I don't know who I am!" you cry.

"If you really don't know who you are than how did you get back here?" she asks. You can't answer the question fast enough and she butts in again, "you should have stayed away, you should have played the game..."

The hell hell is she talking about you wonder helplessly. The stripper is standing about 4 feet from you as she aims the gun squarely at your chest.

"Time to die Mr. Doe," she grins evilly.

You only have a short couple seconds and you immediately think of what to do. You could try grabbing the gun and risk getting shot, you could try for the small window, it might be a tight fit. Or, you could try talking to her, maybe she can offer some clues.