1 May 2012
She opened her eyes to white.
That searing, scientific, spotless white. It burned itself into the back of her retinas.
She tried to remember.
She did.
When she had sat in this chair she had been a seventeen year old girl, willing to do anything for money. She'd had a nine year old brother, dying. Dying of a rare lung disorder.
Now?
Now she sat in this chair: no longer the young, naive girl. That personality was gone from this body. Any trace of it washed into the sea of science it had taken to wipe it from her brain.
She was no longer herself.
She was someone else.
She was Serephina.
She was an assassin.
And she had a target.
Shell Of A Body. • Opuss № I