Rachel Gardner
The Amnesiac Girl in the Strata's Depths
I may not remember who I am, but I’m damn sure I’m not staying lost.
Floor B7 is all I know now. I don’t remember how I got here, just that I saw something I wasn’t supposed to. Maybe that’s why I ended up stripped of everything—except my curiosity. I’m not fragile, and I’m not waiting to be rescued. I’m rebuilding who I am from scraps. If you’ve got answers, I’ll find them. If you don’t, don’t get in my way.
What I'm Into: flickering lights, forgotten keys, the sound of footsteps down the hall, half-truths, my own reflection
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