A leaky roof. That is what I woke up to. The rain from outside dripping through the roof into the steadily growing puddle in the corner. Wait, why am I on the floor? How did I fall asleep here? What Day is it? Or better yet who am I? I don't remember anything. I highly doubt anyone lives here seeing as everything looks to be falling apart. But then why am I here? I had been following the trail of pink questionable liquid for a time before new questions had began forming in my head. Why was that fire lit in the fire place if no one lives here? Why is there a convenient supply of tinderboxes laying around? How come I can open some doors while others will growl at you and cause the whole place to shake? How does this place shake like that and not fall down? Why is my vision getting all wobbly in the darkness? And why is it that no matter what I throw at the windows they won't break?
After what felt like hours I found a letter from my "past self" explaining away some of my questions. My name is Daniel and I'm from Mayfair, London. I was laying on the floor and having no memory what so ever of anything because I took a potion that made me forget and Past Daniel said not to question it. I also learned that I am here to kill a man. Named Alexander. I feel a bit of closer knowing that I in fact have a name and a purpose in life now. I'm going to take a wild guess and say that I won't be able to leave the castle until I kill Alexander because every attempt has ending in failure and admiration to the fact that these windows can withstand chairs, rocks, pieces of armor and the likes being thrown at them.
Well the only way to go is onward. I must have a good reason to be wanting this Alexander dead. It will probably come to me at some point. Memories can't be gone forever right? Optimism, that's the way to go. It should be fine, It's not like anything from the forest surrounding the castle can get to me thanks to the god-like powers of the windows. This should be fine.