Yes
You know what you did. The memories swirl in your mind.
They found you. Of course they found you.
You look at your hands, remembering what they were used for. How they betrayed you.
Or did you want this. Maybe this was exactly what you had planned all along. Maybe you knew that you would end up here, in this exact spot.
Maybe, just maybe, you're here for a purpose.
What is that purpose?