An ending that will leave you speechless... I have been framed for murder, and they want to kill me for it. The Sheriff, Branson, is a jerk and is completely unreasonable. He hates me with a passion and I don't know why. That's the problem, actually. It's not just that I don't know why I'm here in prison, but rather that I don't know anything. Absolutely nothing. I woke up in a dark basement a couple days ago, and that's when my memories start. I can walk, talk, eat, and even rationalize. I seem to understand things, seemingly by instinct, on a level unparalleled to those around me. But I have no memories. Not even a sense of who I am. Well, besides for three words that won't seem to get the hell out of my head: I Am Sal. I can't forget those, even though I've tried. The real trouble is, I don't trust Branson. He's not just mean and angry, but he's shifty. He knows more than he's letting on. I can sense it. But that also terrifies me. What if...what if he knows more about me than I do? What if the truth is something that I'm not ready to hear? Sure, I know that I would never kill someone. Not even close. But...that's me now. I've only been "alive" for a few days, and what if my old self wasn't such a nice guy? What if he...deserves the treatment he's receiving from Branson? It's possible, but then again so is my innocence. I need to find out the truth, no matter where it leads. I already have a plan in place and I'm getting some help, but I can't tell you from who. I need to get out of here, but it's risky. All I know for certain is that if I stay, I die. Nothing is as it seems to be, but I intend to find out what it all means. And, ultimately, why everyone seems to hate me.