Jack woke up in a graveyard. He looked around, bewildered. He tried to remember what had happened prior, but his memory was erased like an empty chalkboard. As he took in his surroundings, his eyes came to rest on the grave marker next to him. He read it aloud, trying to make sense of the situation.
"Sean William McLoughlin." The only thing he could remember was himself. He remembered dyeing his brown hair green. He remembered looking into the blue eyes in his reflection. He remembered joking about the Irish accent he spoke in, and how many people called him Jack instead of Sean.
But other than that, his memory was gone. He desperately hoped for an answer to his question.
"Why am I here?"
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