You are inside the small and cluttered backroom of a bar. The place is dingy and small, but it feels well-used and well-loved
After rustling in your pockets you find an ID labeled "Bunni Brooks" there is a picture of you, or what you think is you..
You don't remember. Birthdate and hometown have been smudged off.
All that can be seen is your face, name and a crest which you don't recognize.