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The alarm woke the girl as it did every morning, though as its sound warbled and petered off, she couldn't help but think that that was unusual and strange. What did it normally sound like though? Why couldn't she remember? For that matter, why couldn't she remember anything? She laid there in her bed for several minutes just trying to think backwards through her time here, her childhood, her family. All of it came up blank. What small pieces she could pull up were fairly vague. She remembered there being others who look like her. Sisters, maybe? Were they twins? Triplets? She remembered different figures who would come in after the alarm. Who were they? 

Finally she sat up and looked around the room. The walls were very plain, but it didn't look like a prison cell, if that's what this place was. She had a desk, a bookshelf full of books and a stack of puzzles on top. One puzzle sat partially finished on her desk along with a music box. She picked that up and gave it a wind, and as the music played she smiled. If she was a prisoner, she must be a pretty well behaved one to have been given this stuff. 

She spotted something else on the desk as well, a small note which read [i]FY-2322-VAM[/i]. What did that mean? It must've been pretty important if she'd written it down. It felt familiar. Was it an identifier? Whatever it was, she decided to call herself Vam for now, until she could figure out what her name actually was. 

She could hear voices in the hallway. Someone else was here. Cautiously she crept towards the door and peeked out into the hall. The shadowy/inky figure there caught her a bit off guard, but she found she somehow wasn't afraid of the strange appearance, as if she was used to seeing that kind of thing. She didn't know who these two were or if she could trust them, but hiding in her room probably wouldn't do her much good, so hesitantly she approached them and gave them a wave.