Deodat Lawson, a resident of the town of Salem, wandered the streets alone. He couldn't remember any of his past life, and he had mostly given up any hope of figuring it out. Three whole years of searching, and his answer had not become clear yet. He walked into the town square where a few paranoid townsfolk erected a new monument to keep the gallows to execute anyone the town needed to get rid of. Rumors of witches, serial killers, and a mafia have torn the town apart. As the Amnesiac walked to the town square, three others walked outside of their houses as well. Samuel Parris attempted to throw suspicion of being involved with the mafia onto another as usual, but his target had other plans.

William Hobbs was arguing furiously with his wife, Abigail Hobbs. The two threw insults at one another continuously, until one statement caught Deodat's attention. "Why can't you be a better role model for our son!?" Abigail raged. Something about that statement clicked in Deodat's mind. Role model? The Amnesiac dropped the newspaper he planned on reading, and ran straight back into his house.

"Where do you think you're going? I knew it! You're the mafia!" Samuel yelled to Deodat, but he didn't care. His intentions were set as he searched his humble abode for a list of town members. Many of them were dead, but one of them had to be a role model of his. He remembered more clearly than he had ever remembered in the past three years. Deodat walked to the door, and stepped up to the town map pinned up on his wall. He traced a route to the nearby graveyard with his finger, and grabbed his jacket. He ran straight for the graveyard, set to find out who his role model was.