It holds a key...
Before you could delve into the strangeness of the dice further, there
is a noise at the end of the alley. Standing stock still, you listen
for the slightest sound, anything to give a clue as to what was
lurking behind you. Then, someone spoke.
"Lathida, Lathida, Lathida. My my how you've grown up. How are
you feeling, dear girl?"
You turn around to look at the stranger, who is just behind you. As
you look, you see...
...that what is inscribed on the dice held the key to your memory. If
it was read out, you would remember everything; who you are, where you
came from, why your here and why you are in the middle of a wreckage
zone with a bleeding,bumped head and a complete loss of memory. Now
all you need to do is find someone who could read this to you. Despite
being surprised at remembering this, you could tell it made sense,
however strange it was.
