She stood there alone, her long white hair fluttering in the cold, dry night breeze.
She was not an old woman, her face was as clear as moonlight and skin as smooth as jade ... body so petite with a slender waist and delicate fingers.
There was nothing strange about this woman until one took a closer look and noticed the blood dripping from her chin, staining her bare neck and chest.
The girl's front was covered in bloodstains which didn't seem to be hers. It was too much blood for her to still be alive and stand steadily if it was her that was injured.
The truth was, she wasn't.
However, right under her feet was a man, lying lifelessly and drenched in blood that was gushing out of the gaping wound on his neck … as if someone had just plucked a chunk of flesh from it.
Unfortunately, there was no one else aside from the white-haired girl. She stood there for a while staring at her own hands before slowly taking in her surroundings.
Like a computer that had just been turned on, it seemed it would take her some time to understand why she was here with blood almost all over her body. It's just that, there's nothing she could remember. None whatsoever ... Not even her name.
Who am I? Where did I come from? How can I be here? Where is this?
No, there's nothing she could recall. Should I leave this place? But to where? What can I do? And why aren’t I wearing any clothes?
The girl started walking away from the corpse. The poor man had lost his life for reasons unknown.
Once again she looked around with her wary gray eyes.
This seemed to be the roof of a fairly tall building with a parapet made of iron around its edges. It served as a barrier between the final side of this building and nothingness.
The white-haired girl then stepped closer to the guardrail, it was only now that she realized she was not wearing any footwear. However, this nakedness didn't bother her at all, or she didn't care that every inch of her skin was exposed for that matter.
Either because no one would see her or because she was very comfortable in her current state. No one knew the answer for sure though.
Well, the white-haired girl did not have an answer to this question either.
While walking toward the guardrail, a thin, white vapor drifted from her nose and mouth merging as they rose heaven- ward, standing as a testimony to depict how cold the night was.
Stomping her foot onto the railing, she lifted herself up to gauge how tall this building was. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the glare of lights down below. This was a busy road lined with brightly lit buildings.
Once again, cold air blew and hit her bare skin … making her shiver involuntarily.
The girl then raised her head and looked up toward the gloomy night sky.
Looks like it's going to rain ...
She knew this but not the most basic things about herself.
Name …
What is my name?
Why is she even here?
Every time the girl looked in to the corners of her memory, she would always hit a dead end. It was as if a incomprehensible barrier was blocking her mind from wandering further.
Five minutes…
Ten minutes…
Thirty minutes…
And the girl then lost track of time, she no longer counted or estimated how long she had been standing still like that.
Even when the rain began to fall, the girl still stood frozen on the edge of the building's iron parapet, looking up at the sky as the soft droplets of water began to wet her face.
What is my name?
"Mila!"
The girl immediately turned toward the source of the voice. There was a man, calling out a name … She looked not because she assumed it was her name, but because she realized that someone else was here besides herself and the corpse of the man, on the rooftop of this building.
Emerged, from a doorway, was a tall and very thin man, looking at her with a worried look. In his hand, was draped a brown coat.
And what surprised the girl somewhat was that she realized she could see quite well from this distance and under such minimal lighting.
"Mila, get down and come here." The man walked cautiously, but his steps suddenly stopped when his eyes caught a figure on the floor. "Sh*t!" He cursed under his breath.
His voice was very low but the girl could hear it very clearly, this made her frown in displeasure.
What made this man curse like that?
The fact that a man had actually died there, didn't seem to bother her at all.
"Mila, did you do this?" He asked.
He kept calling her by that name, so the girl assumed it was hers ... Right?
"Don't know," she replied in a soft voice, like a smooth piano melody. Even the girl herself was surprised to hear her own voice.
From a distance, she could see the man talking to someone through a device attached to his white coat. His voice was very very low, but she could hear it without a problem.
"Mila killed Steven," he said, "I need two more people on the roof of the building, NOW." The man paused before he spoke again, this time in a slightly more irritated tone, but he tried hard to hide it. “She really has come to her senses! You stop asking too many questions and come here quickly!”
The frown on Mila's forehead deepened when she heard the man, once again, swearing at whoever he was talking to.
“Mila, come here. It's okay… everything will be fine.” The man took a timid step toward the white-haired girl.
Under the descending raindrops, it was a little difficult for him to keep his eyes open, so Mila's naked figure looked slightly blurry in his vision.
"My name is Mila?" She asked, then hopped down from the guardrails and walked over to the man. Luckily, her long hair managed to cover her body pretty much from the sight of her interlocutor. "Then who are you?"
For a moment the man didn't answer Mila, he frowned and looked like someone who was deep in thought before he said a name."I'm Roy," the man replied. "I'm your friend. I'll escort you to a warmer place. Come here…” he said in a slightly trembling tone.However, Mila could not be sure, whether Roy sounded a little uncertain because of the cold night that made his voice shudder like someone who was cold, or he was indeed hiding something from Mila.With watchful eyes, Mila walked closer. The distance between them was quite far with the man's corpse in between.But, suddenly Mila stopped walking when she saw about five more people coming from the same door, where this man named Roy had come earlier.Her gray eyes stared at them with displeasure. From the gestures of the five people, Mila could feel that they were going to do something to her."Come
The thing that made Mila wake up from her long sleep was the crackling sounds and the voices of several people speaking nearby.Who are they?Mila couldn't recognize a single voice and when she thought about it, Mila didn't really meet many people besides a man named Roy and five other men who didn't speak at all before they ambushed her.As well as another man that had died at her hands, it was certain that he could not speak either.After all the memories of that night returned, Mila still didn't open her eyes, pretending to be asleep so she could hear more about what they were talking about.But, the clearer her consciousness came to her, the more voices she heard, they all sounded just like some bees buzzing right in her ears, getting louder and louder and more chaotic with each second.When the sounds became more annoying and made her head spin, Mila cou
Mila was shocked for a moment before she violently pushed the man's body away from her.Apparently, the man didn't intend to insist, as Mila could easily break free and jump away from such a dangerous person.“Damn it! What are you doing?" Mila shouted angrily, she brushed the back of her hand against her lips roughly, annoyed that the man had treated her like this, especially when she noticed the grin on his lips, the same lips that had touched hers just a moment before."Kissing what's mine," he replied lightly, then sat on the edge of the bed, which Mila had been sitting on. "You don't think I forgot to lock the door, do you?" He asked, as he followed Mila's gaze, which was fixed on the door, brewing plans to run away.Knowing that she didn't have a chance to escape, except by knocking the annoying man in front of her unconscious, Mila moved backward, until her back was pressed against the s
Even though Mila still felt a little strange and didn't understand why Aaric forbade her from taking the drugs, which were given to her by the people here, but Mila was not stupid to let those people force her to swallow something she didn't know either.Mila had just lost her memory, but that didn't mean she would not stay vigilant with her surroundings.One thing that was certain and she believed it as true, which Aaric had also confirmed with her was; this place was the center of their research and the object of their research was Mila herself, even though Mila didn't understand what's wrong with her until they made her an experimental subject, but whatever it was, she felt that it wouldn't be good for her.However, avoiding their drugs intake wasn't easy, they would make sure that Mila took her medicine properly and wouldn't leave her until she swallowed the pills.Even after that, they wou
A few minutes into closing her eyes, Mila felt the bed she was sleeping in, move slowly but steadily.It seemed like Aaric was going to take her somewhere else. But, where? To that padding room again?Mila didn't understand, but she said nothing and did what Aaric asked her to do.After passing through several alleyways and greeting a few people, then door after door that creaked open and closed, Mila felt like being surrounded by a lot of light and this made her forehead wrinkle a little because the lighting was too glaring for her own comfort."Don't make any suspicious movements, otherwise the two of us will be finished."Mila heard Aaric's voice again, it sounded soft to her ears and so low, that she was sure only the two of them could hear him.After they passed that room filled with bright light, Mila could relax again when they entered another room wit
Mila rolled her eyes dramatically. What's with this man? Why did he always act very strange?"Hey, you haven't answered my question yet," Aaric said, reminding Mila while waving his hand in front of the girl's face."Seriously Aaric!" Mila pushed the bottle back to the man's hand, a little hard, but still this man didn't budge."Why? Just answer it." Aaric raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Miss me?""No," Mila answered in a stern tone, as if she didn't have to think twice about answering that stupid question."Your words always hurt and don't match what you feel," Aaric muttered when he heard Mila's answer, as if that trivial thing really hurt his feelings."Now, tell me. What's all this?" Mila spread her hands, trying to show the whole place, where she has been held all this time.However, Aaric did not answer her immediately. Instead,
This guy often did unreasonable things, but what he's doing right now was outright crazy!Aaric was trying to kill her!What the hell was going on in his mind?!Mila screamed with all her might when she saw Aaric slashing the penknife, which he took out of his trouser pocket, at her swiftly.Mila was sure she didn't have time to dodge it and the knife scratched her skin. The first thing she anticipated was; unbearable pain from her injured hand.Yes, as Mila wanted to protect her face, she raised her hands as a last resort instinctively."Stop screaming," Aaric said in a lazy tone when he saw Mila's exaggerated reaction. "Look carefully."Aaric's words were not immediately digested by Mila, but when she realized that the pain she thought she was going to feel was not coming, Mila began to slowly lower her hand to see Aaric, who was still
Mila stared at the blood spreading on Aaric's hand with wide eyes in disbelief."You said, you and I are the same!!!" Mila exclaimed hysterically when she saw Aaric's futile attempt to stop the bleeding, but it looked like the wound Mila had made was quite deep. "Then why are you bleeding now!?"At first, Mila just wanted to make sure that Aaric wasn't fooling her with stupid stories about non-human beings, or using a trick that could cut the hem of her shirt without injuring her at all, but now that she saw how Aaric was bleeding, Mila felt like she was indeed stupid to trust him."Oh, shit!" Aaric cursed, the expression on his face was not one of a panic because of the pain from the wound on the back of his hand, as his eyes were staring warily at the door while the drops of blood continued to soak the special floor in this padding room. "Why did you attack me?" Aaric asked, sounding desperate."Yo