Another day had ended as the young woman came rushing from upstairs. The wooden floor rumbled but proved not to be disturbing as the joyous music from the drunken men downstairs dominated the entire place. “Geez, they’re so early.” She retorts in her thoughts but couldn’t do anything but follow the orders of her boss.

Claiming the tray from the table, she was called out by the chef in the opened part of the kitchen, “Sherry! Table fifty-four, hurry!”

“Coming!” She hissed, coughing as she met the smoke trailing outside the wide-open space of the kitchen.

Sherry hurriedly runs down the stairs. Then, came a few more gangs entering the pub. Laughing, cheering, teasing at their mates, and having a small fight could be observed.

Sherry is tall. Her blonde hair is tied in red ribbon and clad along in a black and white maiden outfit skirt down to her knees, revealing her long legs. She cheerfully smiled as she approached the party of men. “Bean soup for table 54!” the guy received the food, also thanking her.

She was called again by one of the staff “Sherry would you kindly throw the trash bags outside?”

“Wait a minute, I’m quite busy here!” Sherry yelled as she picked the plates and the cups from the table. Her eyes scoured at the field, counting the table she had to clean.

Her friend came close to her, whispering “Hey, can I leave that guy to you in that corner?” She pointed out the man who wore a formal suit, gazing at them as if he had noticed their gape. “He’s creeping me out.”

“Okay, I get it. I’ll handle him after I get the trash out.” Sherry sheepishly responded.

She proceeded to the employees’ room just on the right side of the counter. Dozens of trash bags clustered near the door. A few minutes had passed as Sherry one by one carried the trash bag outside the pub.

A silent breeze came past her face and her milky skin. She shivered and embraced herself. Sherry heard footsteps and quickly turned her eyes at her back. She found nothing, only a gust of wind pushing the last dust out of the alley.

“Sheesh.” Tiredly Sherry said, quivering for a second. She was about to head back at the entrance but a silent tread of footsteps can be heard. Sherry once quickly altered her gaze but saw nothing.

Hence, the anxiety grew stronger, thinking if someone is there, lurking in the darkness. Considering the fact there’s news about the mysterious incident about missing persons for about the last two months.

Confirming that there was no one on-site, she reached the doorknob. Beyond her cognition, a certain man hiding amidst the shadows slowly came near to her, she had noticed the shadow of him and alertly used her elbow to attack the mysterious aggressor but her movements halted as she slowly drifted into the world of haze.

Her body twitches as a ray of light focusing on her eyes, wearily open from being unconscious, she altered her gaze from the light, darting at what she could see in the room. She had noticed the blood pressure monitor blinking, monitoring her status. A few small tubes were attached to her, then came to unfamiliar feelings. Her senses were intact, she could feel her feet, can smell the porridge that rested around the table at the far corner.

The only thing she had never noticed is her hands, thinking that it is wrong with them she lifts them. Unto her elbow, she saw that her organic arms were replaced by metallic components, a few grids carved onto it, and observed the pink dotted black shirt and white pajama.

Her expressionless face turned into a sullen one, then came her teary eyes. She couldn’t explain why she was having these feelings, a sensation of being incomplete. Wiping the tears, she raised her upper body and finally noticed the man in the corner level to her, sleeping on a blue cushion, then came the loud snort of the man wearing a blue jacket and jogging pants.

She silently observed the young man with no intention to approach nor able to grasp the why is she here. Her head was a little fuzzy, she couldn’t recall anything about her past whereabouts.

“Who am I? Where is this place?”

She altered her gaze from the young lad to the replaced hands. Stretching on forth, creating a crippling sound.

“Hey, you finally woke up. I got some porridge for you.” The unknown man said, stretching his body as he proceeds to the tray.

“I know you’ve been through a lot, but don’t worry we’ll take care of you. Though, one of my friends is pissed about it. Nah, just don’t worry about it. Say, what’s your name?” He inquired.

She looked at him blankly, not sure about what happened to her past, only she could remember her name.

“S-Sherry…” She utterly said.

“Sherry, pretty name, eh. I’m sure you are quite famous for boys. I got to tell ya, one of my friends is a lady’s man so you gotta be careful when he’s around, kay?”

Her expressionless face worried the young man.

“Are ya alright? Is something bothering you?”

It didn’t take an answer to know as her belly began to growl.

“Oh, right. Sorry I talk a lot. Here, have some of this.” He handed it over to Sherry. As she touched the bowl, Sherry could feel the warmness of the food. Caressing the spoon, she tasted the porridge. Her mouth spits it off, the taste is bittering her tongue.

He nervously laughs, apologizing. “Sorry, didn’t fit in your taste. No one was else around, and I don’t know how to cook. Oh, wait here, I think there are some carpel nuts left in the fridge.”

Energetic he is, as he took off from the room. Finally, she decided to walk out, removing the blanket from her feet. She slowly walked as she came passing a countless empty room with the view of the city from the higher echelon from the window. She halted her movements, staring outside in the windowpane, mesmerizing.

Furthering her attention to the site, she raised her hand touching the windowpane as if she was reaching onto something, then came to the unknown images in her mind.

A worried voice came to dissipate trying to cling to her head as she cowers as her head is in an alarming state of a siren, bracing herself as her consciousness slowly drifts.