[START OF RECORDING] "Sanford Studies, second of December of 1989, we are resuming with session 5-26, name Wille- ...Kayle Washington, prisoner number 45172. [REDACTED] has been administered on the patient."

"Kayle? Can you hear me?"

"Yes.. Where am i?"

"You're in a safe place, Kayle. We've taken you off the streets and into custody with us."

"I- ...Thank you. Who are you?"

"My name is Dr Whyte."

"W-Wait, wait wait wait, you're new... My doctor, erm.. Dr... Dr Nate!"

"Yes, Dr Natasha. I'm afraid you won't be seeing her again, Kayle. I'll be continuing her progress."

"I'm afraid i cannot tell you a lot... I don't remember much.."

"That's okay, Kayle, as one of the lead lieutenants for Russian mob in Miami, you had to remember a lot. It is okay to get a little confused."

"I-I used to work for.. The Mob?!"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, you did."

"But i'm American.."

"..."

"I-I think i.. Have bursts of dissociative fugue states due to trauma.. And memory distress..."

"That is one way to put, yes. Impressive, Kayle."

"Yes, i have been taking notes.. In my head. I've been here for quite some time.. And sometimes i have memories... But as soon as i grasp something from my past.. It slips right back out... I do reccognize your perfume, though."

"You were the only one who liked it."

"Oh my God! Laura Whyte.. I used to work with you!"

"The drug injected into you is taking effect. It seems to be working very well."

"W-Why am i restrained? W-W-What's going on?! Tell me!"

"You only have a few more minutes of clear cognitive processing before your amnesia returns, and i need to ask you a question."

"No.. No, this is crazy. Where's Lebedev?!

"He's dead, Kayle... Now listen carefull-"

"He's dead?! ...He IS dead.. Oh my God.. You gave me [REDACTED], didn't you?! I helped you invent this fucking drug and-"

"It takes a week for your mind to recover from this drug, time is precious. Now, what do you remember of Lebedev's death?"

"It... One of those masked maniacs just went into the building and.. He killed his bodyguard, and then killed him... Then he went to the next floor and murdered our Godfather.. But, i thought Lebedev was going to kill me.."

"He was the one who ordered you to create [REDACTED], why would he want to kill you?"

"... You're telling me he wasn't going to kill me? But.. Willem was sure of it."

"Willem is responsible for several murderous rampages across the city, and that night, when he told you Lebedev was going to kill you-"

"Willem doesn't lie. They all deserved to die. My whole life i had been on that Mob, i thought i was appreciated, that i was doing the right thing.. But it all comes down to weapons, "defending" America or God knows fucking what! They made me create drugs just so they could achieve more territory, they forced me to create [REDACTED] and that... That purple and green pill... My family DETERIORATED before my very eyes because of them!!!"

"Kayle, take a deep breath.."

"..Those fucking... Look, i'm sorry... I just want to see my family again."

"I'm afraid there are some memories the drugs cannot bring back."

"W-What do you mean? What am i forgetting?! P-P-Please tell me! I want to know, please! I beg you! ...No.. Oh my God no... I'm forgetting your name.. Please tell me!"

"I'm sorry Kayle, we will. Next week."

"NO! NOW! TELL ME! TELL ME!!!!"

"..."

"W-Where am i?"