The doctor told me that my memory can only last 12 hours.
Every morning when I wake up, I have to re-read the notes I wrote to know who I am.
But today, the first line of the note read: "Don't trust your wife, she killed someone last night."
I looked at my sleeping wife next to me, her hands clutching my pajamas tightly.
Under the wardrobe, a strange hand was revealed, with bright red nail polish on its nails.
What do I do? I have no memory of yesterday and can only rely on clues left by my self 12 hours ago.
And in the next 12 hours, I may even forget who I am.
