There were only three things she knew: her name was Hannah, she was angry, and that she knew nothing else. She wasn’t afraid of not knowing. Annoyed maybe, but the white blank in her head where she was pretty sure memories should be did not scare her. Hannah opened her eyes to see others in what she assumed was a similar state and some guards. Were they in trouble? Arrested? Hannah wanted answers...no, a purpose. Hannah wanted a purpose and it seemed the only way she would get that was to follow after the guards.

Hannah found herself in the back of the group listening to the boy ask just so many questions. Sure, Hannah wanted to know more about the area she has found herself in, but judging by the curt answers the robed man was giving, he was also annoyed at the questions. She rubbed her aching left arm and tried to not be too mad at these people she didn’t know. Or maybe she did know. She couldn’t be sure. 

The robed man seemed to only answer the questions he cared about, and while Hannah could appreciate that, she was tired of just standing around. Clearly they were at this strange place for a reason and they didn’t remember anything for a reason. Asking all these round-about questions weren’t going to help. They were recruits and the only thing her blank mind could think of was that they were recruited to fight. Fight what? 

When the boy finally shut up for a moment, Hannah stepped forward and asked the only things she particularly cared to get an answer to. [b]“You gonna teach us to be useful now? Or are all new recruits supposed to be memoryless cannon fodder?”[/b]