The first time you saw a body it made you sick. Now the only thing that sickens you is how familiar you let it get. The face of death is inhuman yet familiar all the same. Y/N the only living witness to an unholy crime, was a sorry statistic of wrong place wrong time. With no memory of who she is or what happened prior she becomes aware of one thing, her life is now sustained by her captor. As she is broken she must learn to rebuild her self to survive in a totally different world, one where monsters are only the beginning. Loneliness is a funny thing and the human composure so fragile, when theres nothing left of her self who else is to love?All Rights Reserved