She sat huddled in the corner of the sterile room, blinking her eyes furiously against the bright light that seemed to reflect off of every surface. Everything was white, from floor to ceiling, and the only piece of furniture was a padded white bench along the left wall.
Where am I?! she thought, her mind hazy and her heart racing. How did I get here?!
"I see you are awake."
The sudden voice startled her and she let out a muffled shriek as she clamped her shaking hands over her mouth. The voice had come from above her, from a speaker hidden in the ceiling.
"I realize this is a bit jarring for you, but you have nothing to fear here. Do you remember your name?"
"It's..."
Panic surged through her as she realized she couldn't immediately recall her name. What was her name? Time seemed to stretch, each minute feeling like an eternity, before she finally answered, "Hannah. My name is Hannah Gray."
"Good. And do you remember your age? Your birthdate?"
"T-twenty-nine," she answered, her mind beginning to clear. "I was born on April 29."
"Very good." There was a long pause before the voice continued, "How long have you been at this facility?"
The panic returned as she struggled to remember. She didn't know where she was, let alone how long she had been here.
"You seem to be suffering some side effects," the voice said. "You have been here with us for one year."
Hannah continued to struggle to remember where here was. Perhaps this was some sort of medical facility. Had she been in a coma, or undergoing treatment, or even imprisoned?
The door on the far wall swung open and revealed nothing but inky blackness beyond. There seemed to be no light aside from that which was nearly blinding her within this white room.
"Come with me," the voice said, "and I will help you remember."
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