You've heard of me, probably. You've probably looked at the greenest butterflies you've ever seen, and thought about "the butterfly girl". But, have you ever heard of my story?... If you have, please remind me of it.
I walked to their office, I immediately shouted in their face: "What's with the obsession with making us forget?!", but then I forget I ever said that as I wake up near a beautiful nurse. Her face, her voice, it's all too hypnotizing for me to realize the real problem in hand... In my hand, rather. I opened it, and one of them wrote: "You know too much, talk too much". It's what happens when I spill the beans once and question who pushed me, they'll push me further, face first into the dirty concrete floor.
And that's all to say that I don't really remember what my story is. So for now, just leave it at "the butterfly girl", alright?