[right][h1][color=700DBE][b]Subject:[/b] FP-1991-ED[/color][/h1][/right]
[right][b]Last Recorded Location:[/b] Purple Ward[/right]
[right][b]Last Recorded Interaction:[/b] [@BCTheEntity][/right]
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	As she laid there with the blanket over her head, danger raced through her thoughts. There weren’t any specific dangers, the little girl being unable to come up with any, but ever new sound only fueled the fear she was feeling. What was initially just a startle grew more terrifying the longer she hid on the bed. The muffled cries for help from beyond the chamber door down the hall certainly didn’t help. The person calling was just so far away that any words he might have cried were muffled into gibberish. More people were awaking since the pitiful alarm sounded through the halls, and the little girl had no idea what to make of it.

	After what felt like hours passed, the little girl took a peek from under the sheets. The door still loomed ajar, exposed for anyone who would wish to enter. Loose fibers from the blanket made it difficult enough to see if the dim lighting was still too bright. She quickly closed the small opening when she spotted the door moving. Someone had entered the room. Was it the person who called out before so aggressively? Or was it another stranger who wished her harm? Perhaps it was a savior. She did not dare to take another peek lest she give away her position. She clenched when the door reached its limit creaking under the weight of someone leaning against it.

	She waited for something to happen when the entity that occupied the same room as her began to speak. She opened her eyes. The man’s tone of voice was not angry or murderous. It wasn’t exactly that of a gentle mother or father, but it matched the words being spoken. When the man ended his attempted dialog of solace, the girl sat up with the blanket pushed away. He seemed genuine about not wanting to hurt her. The little girl relaxed. The man needed help, and she was not sure what she could do, but there seemed to be some trouble, and at the very least, this man was not it.

	She slid off the bed, and slowly walked up to the man. “I’ll help.” She said quickly, and clenching her hands together. “I’m sorry I ran. I I didn’t know who you were. I don’t um…” the little girl swayed a little side to side almost like she was having second thoughts. She still had no idea who this man was. Just a moment ago she was hiding from him like her life depended on it. Not only that, but her memories of basically anything relevant to her situation, or even anything before that eluded her as well. She frowned and then looked back up at the man.

	“I’ll help however I can, but do you know where I am? I can’t remember anything.”