So, there I was. Lost in the merciful dark forest. I don't remember how I got here, and I don't know how I will get out. I sat down on a log nearby. I couldn't remember anything before the moment I opened my eyes and saw the darkness of the forest. I can't even remember my name, or where I live. At that moment, I saw a backpack next to a tree that was far away from me. Sure, I was a bit afraid. But from curiosity, I slowly got up and started walking. My steps were silent and careful. When I made my way to the backpack, I sat down and opened it. There were a few things inside: A candle, an old journal, and a shiny rock, which looked like a diamond. And suddenly, a ferocious roar emerged from the bushes. I felt like I should have run, but the roar sounded familiar. Despite that, I started to run like crazy. Without looking where I was going, I soon tripped on a root and fell onto the ground in a pile of moss. I heard how someone's (or something's) footsteps were getting closer to me, I was frightened. I couldn't move a muscle. Soon that someone picked me up and put me on my feet. It said to me:

"Gee, are you OK?" - said the voice of some dark figure standing next to me.

"W-who are you?" - I replied.

"What, don't you remember me? It's me, Cane, your old buddy!"

I raised my head, only to see a large, ferocious monster who looked me straight into my eyes. I was confused. Confused and afraid.

"Cane? My old buddy?" - I said.

"Um, yeah. Werewolf Cane. Is something wrong?" - said the monster.

"A werewolf? A real werewolf? This can't be happening. Is this some sort of dream?" - I said, almost panicking. "If I am your "old buddy", what is my name?"

"Uh, your name's Timmy, the last time I checked. And I'm Cane, if you forgot already."

"Strange, I feel like I should be frightened that I'm standing and talking to a real werewolf, but I'm not.."

"Hmm... It's almost as if you've lost your memory. Think, where was the last time you saw it?"

I chuckled. "