Pain. Fear. Uncertainty. So many thoughts racing through my mind. Blood? Where did this come from? What happened? A searing pain flashes through my head. I touch the back of it and my hands are immersed in sticky warmth, u pull my hands back and they are covered in thick, red blood. Why am I covered in blood? Where am I? I look around for hints but all around me is forest. Looking straight up I notice its getting late. Panic seeps through my body, what if nobody finds me. Even worse, what will find me? I try to sit up to no avail. A large bloodstain is appearing on my white dress. My breathing is labored from shock and the sustained injuries. It scares me how I try to remember what happened and my mind goes blank. Who am I? A tear slides down my cheek as I attempt to think coherently. Realization strikes me that if I don’t get help I could die. I search the ground for a clue, anything to help me remember. My hand wraps around cold, hard metal. I face the object towards me and find myself looking down the barrel of a gun. I shriek and drop it on the pine covered floor. Is this mine? Confusion encases me as I question my identity once more. Lying on the ground, I suck in a gasp of air as I lean forward to grab the end of my dress. Whoever I am, I have impeccable taste! Very couture, high fashion outfit, topped off with stilettos that could kill someone with a kick to the gut (one, unfortunately, was a casualty to my mysterious accident). I rip the bottom of my dress of into long, thick strips of cloth. The strips are then wrapped around my ribs to slow the bleeding….