Opening her eyes for what felt like the first time ever, a girl found herself locked in some sort of pod. It wasn't the most comfortable fit, and she barely had enough room to move her arms. As if by instinct, she reached out, taking hold of a lever, and pulled it hard. There was a hissing sound, before a door in front of her pushed out, and then ejected, flying a few feet and bouncing off a vehicle before sliding down the road. She felt the need to get out, to wherever she was, and so she took her first step forward, almost stumbling as she felt like she had to stop and think about how to walk.
Her head hurt... like it was used to create the crater around her, instead of the pod behind her. It took her a long few moments to get herself focused, to get her senses back. She was barely able to focus on anything. Slowly though, it all came back to her. At least, her senses did. The first thing she noticed was bits of cold hitting her face. Looking up, she could see rain falling from the sky. This lead her to her second realization. Though dark, the sky far above was clearly made of glass. How rain was falling, she didn't know for sure. Her first guess was the pod she just came out of fell through the glass sky above, and let the rain in. Then again, maybe there was some form of unnatural rain built into that giant ceiling over the...
And her third realization. She was in a city, surrounded by towering buildings each at least thirty stories high. It made it difficult to get a grasp of her surroundings, as she didn't know how big the city was, how big that dome even was. She wasn't sure where this was, why she was here, or whose city this was. And that thought lead her to her final realization.
She was completely alone, with not a soul around. The city looked alive enough, bright glowing neon signs, lights on in the buildings, vehicles around, some of them on... but, no people. Why was it so, empty? And if she was so alone, why did she feel so, in danger? For some reason not being able to see people made her feel even more threatened, as if there was a lurking danger around the corner. It wasn't as if all the people had disappeared into hiding so they could get the drop on her, right? And yet she felt exactly that way, as if she was about to be ambushed.
She barely had time to even ask herself the questions... who was she, where was she, why was she here? Her body screamed to get out of the open, to find cover and form a plan. But how could she form a plan, if she didn't even know... anything?
Once again acting on instinct, she turned to the pod, and reached out to its side. A hatch opened, and out slid a space with a massive weapon in it, a long white blade as big as she was. She grabbed it and lifted it, expecting it to be heavy and yet, it weighed nothing to her. Judging by the appearance alone, it was very advanced, and not just a simple chunk of metal meant for cutting. As she stepped away, placing the sword in a slot on her back, she eyed the pod, and noted a large "37" on it.
She waited for just a moment, thinking on it, before turning to an alleyway and walking from the pod. She had what she needed... a weapon, and a name. 37... She felt it was connected to her, it felt so, familiar. It could be anything but, somehow, she felt like 37... was her. And so that was it, Thirty-Seven, would be her name. Until she could remember what her real name was. It couldn't just be a number right?
Why couldn't she remember anything. Why was she here... she had too many questions, and no signs of answers as she walked through the alleyway, until she saw something ahead... something... very small?