L.I.N.A.

Lina doesn't know where she is. She doesn't know where she came from. Heck, she didn't even know her own name when she first woke up! Now, that's just about all she knows.

There is nothing to indicate she didn't just pop into existence the moment her mind floated into consciousness for the first time. But it couldn't have been the first time. She had a father. She was alive and old enough to be considered an adult.

And all that white. Those thoughts...

She needed to learn. To adapt. To prepare. For what, she didn't know. All she knew was that a backstory wasn't required.

"Your name is Lina."

What else did she need to know?