Imagine the awfulness of waking confused, your head feeling fuzzy.
You have no memory of who you are.
One of your arms is missing, replaced by a prosthetic limb.
You are wearing only a night dress that is not yours.
You do not know where you are or how you got there.
You do not know if you are being held against your will.
Your feeling is of extreme danger but you have no idea why any of this is happening.
Every fibre of your body tells you that you must get out of there.
Then they say you’re insane – psychotic.
A once or present soldier?
This goes on.
Nothing is certain except that you must get away.
But to be fully free you must solve the mystery of the Green Light House.