The cult leader knows Stacy

Several cultists were meditating on the floor. The apparent leader was reading an ancient looking book. Stacy was brought to the leader and forced to her knees on the marble floor, the knife still hovering nearby. "What is the situation?" the leader asks, without looking up from his book. His voice carried a slight British accent, and he sounded tired.

"We killed the last security guard. One of our own men was killed in the firefight. Still no sign of the girl we brought with us, but we managed to capture the other one." He gestured at Stacy.

The leader looked up at this point, and drew back his black hood. He was a tall man, fairly handsome, of about 50 years of age, with greying hair and glasses. His unreadable expression turned to one of mild shock when he saw Stacy.

"Dr. Jones? Well, this is a surprise. I hadn't expected to see you again so soon." He sounded almost amused.

"You know me? How? from where? I lost my memories this morning! Please tell me!"

"Yes, I know about that. In fact you could even say I am responsible for it." he said with a small laugh. Stacy was incredulous.

"What did you do to me?! Why? Who are you!"

"Well, since you're here anyway now, I suppose I can tell you. As for what I did, I prepared a small potion to induce short-term memory loss, and slipped it into your drink last night. As for why, you discovered our plans and were likely to interfere with them. I needed you to forget. And as for who I am..." he paused.

"What?" Stacy asked breathlessly. He turns to face her.

1. "I am the head curator of this museum. Your boss, if you will."
2. "I am your father"
3. "I am wizard"

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