[i]A Minor Case Of Total Memory Loss.[/i] [b]Pain... That's the last thing she had remembered before she'd woken up. It was a stabbing pain, right at the top of her eyelid. But there was something else... Something much, much worse. A throbbing, screaming pain on the left side of her head. She felt nauseous... Very nauseous. As if she was about to vomit then and there. But why? Why was she like this? She couldn't remember a single thing... At all. She was... Where was she? Who was she? She... She didn't know. She kept searching her mind for any amount of... Anything really. She began to look around. There was people there... People... Lot's of people... She didn't like it. She hated it. There was so many... She began to breathe harder, to hyperventilate. She was panicking. She didn't know why... But she was scared. Really scared. What if they all decided to go to her? Why was she scared of that fact? It was insanity in her eyes, but she began to cry all the same. She was just so scared... So terrified. She didn't know what to do. She was scared about what all these other people would do... She began to cry harder and harder, until she was finally able to drag herself into a nearby alley to stave off her fear. The alley was barren, two grey walls on either side. There was nobody in the alley but her. She began to calm down... But then something hit her. Some... Craving. She couldn't put her finger on it. It was like a twang of hunger... But not for food. A darker hunger. A terrible, evil hunger. She didn't know what she wanted, but whatever it was, she needed it. There was a few rats in the alleyway... Perhaps they had what she was searching for. She tried to slowly reach for it. But failed miserably. She tried to clamp her hand around it, but whiffed and hit a shard of glass on the ground. It drew blood. She stuck her finger in her mouth, to suck on the wound like most would do for a minor injury when they were of her age, but was surprised when the a sharp pain went through her finger. She'd just jabbed her finger into a row of teeth, sharpened to a point. She wondered why it was like that, and got a little worried about it. She was bleeding a little more now, but she wrapped her finger in her clothing. Which was a very soft, white dress. It felt like it was made of silk or something like that. The blood from her finger... She knew what she needed now. The rat... The blood... She knew now. This time she didn't try to gently grab it, she went at full speed. And she caught it. She sunk her razor-sharp teeth into it, and drank deeply. It was exactly what she needed. A few minutes of drinking a few rats passed, but eventually she peeked into the next alley over. It had an old, discarded mirror. It was cracked... But she needed to know what she looked like. So she walked to it, looking herself up and down. Besides the aforementioned dress, she had black leggings on, with no shoes. Her skin was almost a white color, scarily enough. As if she wasn't a person at all. She stared back into her own eyes, and they were a bright red. Red as a cherry. Her hair was short, cut like a small boy's would be. She was confused by this, but looked past it. Her lips were thin, and a very light pink color. She finally mustered the courage to go back out into the street, and found a backstreet that would allow her to avoid the crowd. She wandered around, looking for someone to help her. Preferably that someone would be alone.[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]