Prolouge:
Issabelle wakes up one day in dark alley, completly unscathed. A dark shadow is standing near her when she wakes up and she realizes that its floating. Even though she has no memory of anything other then her name,- Issabelle- She knows that a floating human shape is not normal. She blinked until her vision cleared before slowly starting to sit up. Her entire body ached and she felt like she hadnt moved in years. The dark shaped shifted slightly realizing that the girl moved. The figure lowered its shape near to Issabelle and observed her without saying anything. Issabelle opened her mouth and a sentence formed that she sware she didnt think to say but tumbled out anyway in a slight slur.
"Im supposed to be dead... right?"
