She stood there alone, her long white hair fluttering in the cold, dry night breeze.

She was not an old woman, her face was as clear as moonlight and skin as smooth as jade ... body so petite with a slender waist and delicate fingers. ​​

There was nothing strange about this woman until one took a closer look and noticed the blood dripping from her chin, staining her bare neck and chest.

The girl's front was covered in bloodstains which didn't seem to be hers. It was too much blood for her to still be alive and stand steadily if it was her that was injured.

The truth was, she wasn't.

However, right under her feet was a man, lying lifelessly and drenched in blood that was gushing out of the gaping wound on his neck … as if someone had just plucked a chunk of flesh from it.

Unfortunately, there was no one else aside from the white-haired girl. She stood there for a while staring at her own hands before slowly taking in her surroundings.

Like a computer that had just been turned on, it seemed it would take her some time to understand why she was here with blood almost all over her body. It's just that, there's nothing she could remember. None whatsoever ... Not even her name.

Who am I? Where did I come from? How can I be here? Where is this?

No, there's nothing she could recall. Should I leave this place? But to where? What can I do? And why aren't I wearing any clothes?

The girl started walking away from the corpse. The poor man had lost his life for reasons unknown.

Once again she looked around with her wary gray eyes.

This seemed to be the roof of a fairly tall building with a parapet made of iron around its edges. It served as a barrier between the final side of this building and nothingness.

The white-haired girl then stepped closer to the guardrail, it was only now that she realized she was not wearing any footwear. However, this nakedness didn't bother her at all, or she didn't care that every inch of her skin was exposed for that matter.

Either because no one would see her or because she was very comfortable in her current state. No one knew the answer for sure though.

Well, the white-haired girl did not have an answer to this question either.

While walking toward the guardrail, a thin, white vapor drifted from her nose and mouth merging as they rose heaven- ward, standing as a testimony to depict how cold the night was.

Stomping her foot onto the railing, she lifted herself up to gauge how tall this building was. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the glare of lights down below. This was a busy road lined with brightly lit buildings.

Once again, cold air blew and hit her bare skin … making her shiver involuntarily.

The girl then raised her head and looked up toward the gloomy night sky.

Looks like it's going to rain ...

She knew this but not the most basic things about herself.

Name …

What is my name?

Why is she even here?

Every time the girl looked in to the corners of her memory, she would always hit a dead end. It was as if a incomprehensible barrier was blocking her mind from wandering further.

Five minutes…

Ten minutes…

Thirty minutes…

And the girl then lost track of time, she no longer counted or estimated how long she had been standing still like that.

Even when the rain began to fall, the girl still stood frozen on the edge of the building's iron parapet, looking up at the sky as the soft droplets of water began to wet her face.

What is my name?

"Mila!"

The girl immediately turned toward the source of the voice. There was a man, calling out a name … She looked not because she assumed it was her name, but because she realized that someone else was here besides herself and the corpse of the man, on the rooftop of this building.

Emerged, from a doorway, was a tall and very thin man, looking at her with a worried look. In his hand, was draped a brown coat.

And what surprised the girl somewhat was that she realized she could see quite well from this distance and under such minimal lighting.

"Mila, get down and come here." The man walked cautiously, but his steps suddenly stopped when his eyes caught a figure on the floor. "Sh*t!" He cursed under his breath.

His voice was very low but the girl could hear it very clearly, this made her frown in displeasure.

What made this man curse like that?

The fact that a man had actually died there, didn't seem to bother her at all.

"Mila, did you do this?" He asked.

He kept calling her by that name, so the girl assumed it was hers ... Right?

"Don't know," she replied in a soft voice, like a smooth piano melody. Even the girl herself was surprised to hear her own voice.

From a distance, she could see the man talking to someone through a device attached to his white coat. His voice was very very low, but she could hear it without a problem.

"Mila killed Steven," he said, "I need two more people on the roof of the building, NOW." The man paused before he spoke again, this time in a slightly more irritated tone, but he tried hard to hide it. "She really has come to her senses! You stop asking too many questions and come here quickly!"

The frown on Mila's forehead deepened when she heard the man, once again, swearing at whoever he was talking to.

"Mila, come here. It's okay… everything will be fine." The man took a timid step toward the white-haired girl.

Under the descending raindrops, it was a little difficult for him to keep his eyes open, so Mila's naked figure looked slightly blurry in his vision.

"My name is Mila?" She asked, then hopped down from the guardrails and walked over to the man. Luckily, her long hair managed to cover her body pretty much from the sight of her interlocutor. "Then who are you?"