And the flame devour us. Kabre Zh.

A person wakes up in an unknown where - perhaps in the hospital ward, but this is inaccurately - and does not remember anything about himself at all. “Call me Ishmael,” he offers doctors, who, for lack of other versions, calls Yuri Zhivago and Madame Bova. A person painfully recalls what happened to him (some kind of accident? And, it seems, did he have love? And really should he call Izmail?). He describes the circles next to the clue, getting closer and closer to it - by a night moth, which is circling in the darkness and doomed to die in flame. Meanwhile, he is also cautious and uncertainly around a person, narrowing the ring, his innocent victim and involuntary Nemesis, the future storyteller of his story and just a bewildered orphaned teenager, as the man himself was