When Ray Mond wakes up in an unknown apartment and has a very vague memory of her past. She goes on an adventure with various types of people from music artists, gangs, and Hackers.
One hacker in particular she gets close with.
What happens when sh...
I woke up I was in an unfamiliar room. It's was a little dark, but I could still manage to see stuff. I could manage to see things such as a closet shelf, drawers, and a tv mounted on the wall. Nothing important, it's a regular room. The problem is, it's not my room. I heard footsteps, but they sounded like they were coming from the top of wherever I was. A house? An apartment? Where am I? I still remember who I am, a bit of me. But I can't remember why I'm here. Or anything. What the heck.
"(Maybe I'm dreaming. But it feels so real)."
I tried forcing myself back to sleep, but I just couldn't. I had to know where I was. I got up from the bed and walked over to the living room. It looked like a regular living room to me. I walked over to the window and opened the curtain.
Woah, I was way up high. I had to be at least 50 stories high. I looked around the view. I assumed I was in a city based on the other tall buildings around me. But what city was I in? Should I go outside, or should I stay here?
As I was thinking, I heard a Notification from a phone in the bedroom. I walked over to it and turned it on. The phone required a Face ID recognition but unlocked right away when It scanned my face. Was this my phone? I looked at the notifications. I had received a weather report. I swiped left on it, and the notification was erased. Under that one were more notifications, 26 missed calls, and ten messages. The calls were all from the same number. That number seemed familiar to me, As in like a code I have been given. I don't know why. I looked at the messages. Seven were just scams telling me to sign up for free items. Three were from the same number.
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"(What the)"
Who is this? Why in the world are they trying to get in contact with me? I looked at the messages again and noticed they were two weeks old. I looked at the date. It was March 25th at 6:25 AM. Now I'm inquisitive.
I decided that I would go outside and try to investigate where the hell I am. I looked at my clothes and boy, were they dirty. Full of dirt stains and smelled like alcohol? I went looking for the shower, and after what seemed about hours, I finally figured out where everything was and how it worked. After showering, I remembered I had forgotten about one thing I needed, new clothes. I walked over to the closet in the bedroom to see if somebody or I left any clothes. By chance, there were clothes. A white crop top, white pants, and a red beanie.
After changing into the clothes, I got the phone that I had found, assuming it's mine, and walked out the apartment door. There was nobody outside in the hallway, so I walked to the elevator. I got in and noticed I was on the 52nd floor. When I got to the main floor, there were many people there, Arguing. I walked to the doors of the building and walked out. Outside were very more people. As I took a step, a very tall woman with bright pink hair walked out behind me.
