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The heavy rain drenched the empty alley, the storm clouds above left the night sky pitch black. Lights and sounds from a nearby road were all that illuminated the area. A girl collapsed on her knees huddled up to the alley's wall, in the driest spot she could find. Her long black hair and pure white uniform were soaking wet. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was haggard.
"Where am I?" She muttered aloud. "How did I get here?" She asked no one in particular. Her legs were sore, and exhaustion had set in, yet she did not know why. Hazy memories of running trailed across her mind, but she could recall no details beyond that. "Did I pass out?" The girl wondered as she stood up, "no, that can't be. I was just running, I can tell." It was inexplicable, but she was sure that was the case. It wasn't that she had blacked out. Her memory simply stopped.
"Was I chased? Am I still in danger?" Panic set in as she glanced all around. Yet, the feeling quickly faded as she realized where she was. No persuaders lurked around the corner, nor were there any sketchy figures nearby. In fact, the alley was quite clean, just wet from the rain. A quick glance towards the lights nearby revealed she was actually in a very affluent part of town. Signs of offices, businesses, and labs dotted the buildings nearby. The people walking by looked posh at best and business-like at the worst.
"This doesn't make any sense," the girl looked at herself. The uniform seemed quite nice, despite being wet and a little dirty. She must not have been out here for more than thirty minutes. An emblem, likely for a fancy private school, was proudly displayed on her chest. Sadly, her pockets were empty, no wallet or ids to be found.
"Did I go to this school?" She considered. The emblem looked vaguely familiar, but that's about it—no images of a school building, nor teachers or classmates. Blurred memories of public schools came to her mind. But, they were nothing more than basic images, colors, and sounds.
"Was I drugged?" The girl felt a new tingle of panic in her chest. "I don't feel like I was, but how would I know?" At this thought, she notices just how uncomfortable her body felt like she was a stranger in her own skin. She could not trace the root of why she felt this way. The girl couldn't tell whether or not something was changed or she was violated in some way.
"Nothing makes sense. Why can't I remember?" She wandered out of the alley in search of answers. She didn't know where she was going. In fact, she barely knew what she was doing. Her mind was so clouded she couldn't keep track of her own movements. This wasn't a problem until she felt herself trip over a curb and into running traffic. On reflex, she prepared to scream until a hand grabbed her collar and yanked her back onto the sidewalk. The girl looked up to see a woman, a police officer, with a concerned look. She had no time to process this scene as she felt a wave of darkness consume her vision, and the girl finally passed out.
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"This makes no sense," the officer said to herself as she sat at her desk and looked over the report on the mystery girl. A girl with no memories, wearing the uniform to a private school that was 100 miles away, wakes up in an alley and wanders into traffic. No id, no record of her face or fingerprints anywhere. Even the school had no idea who she was.
"It just makes me mad," the officer recalled difficulties with the hospital.
She tried to get the mystery girl checked into a local hospital to receive medical care, but they refused. The only reason given was that "she's perfectly healthy, and there's nothing more we need to do for her." The police were forced to provide the necessary medical care themselves. They did manage to run some tests and confirmed the girl had been drugged. Painkillers mostly, but nothing extreme or illegal.
"I don't like this one bit," the officer furrowed her brow. Her instincts flared up, assuring her something was rotten. But, no evidence or even a thread of logic had presented itself for her to follow. "I need to get to the bottom of this quick if I want answers," the officer affirmed to herself. But, she soon realized she was no longer in her office and had wandered into the hallway.
"That's strange. This case must be really getting to me," the officer shrugged off the memory lapse. However, as she returned to her office, she couldn't help but note how fuzzy her head felt.
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