As she awoken herself from a heavy slumber, she realized that she was not who she was supposed to be. The distant memory of her past existence was somehow erased. She knew not of how or why but of it happening.
As she looked around, she saw a world that she yet couldn't describe. The colors she yet did not recognise, shapes she yet not knew of. But only one question came up, how could she have the proficiency of thinking yet not know all those simingly simple things. How can she know that it was highly unusual to not know those things?
The mystery and fear of what could've happened deemed on her. What shall she do? Where should she go? She only knew that she could go forward. Carefully, picking one limb after another, she moved onwards. Repeating this direction multiple times, unknowing of the amount, her mind fell into the void. She tried to remember the events that proceeded to her mental loss, yet there was nothing.
Her vision blurred.
Pain.
Agony.
Blood.
War.
Red.
As she stood up from her fall, she had realized that she had scrapped her knee from the debris of near by building. Her ruby red blood was dripping down her limb. Feeling the wetness to her touch, she realized that this small event has changed her view. Shades of red that she had seen is now something so familiar, like pain. Pain. Pain of loss. Agony. Agony of War. Death. All went across her eyes. The emotions stinged her heart. She felt anger, anger from pain, coming up her throat. Anger stunted her ears, it was a first thing she heard from death around her. She recognized death lying around her, red blood painting the asphalt, red smoke covering the air. She choked.
What happened?
Why couldn't she remember her previous existence?
What is happening?
She then saw a man.
