A normal, everyday farmer made his way through his fields in the evening, lifting his hand and squinting at something in the distance.
Shrugging, his arm dropping to his side as he made his way over to the object. But, only a short distance away from it, he swore.
"The hell's a child doing in my farm?!"
Laying in a hospital bed, lay a young girl with long, white hair and deathly pale skin. A farmer had found her in the fields, barely breathing yet nothing wrong with her.
A nurse stood inside the room, examining a vase filled with flowers to pass the time, when she suddenly heard a harsh, croak of a cough coming from behind her.
She spun around to look at the girl on the bed, who was now sitting up just slightly and coughing hoarsely, her eyes squeezed shut.
And then she opened them, to reveal a pair of clear lavender eyes with pale gray pupils that bled into her iris.
"W-where—" She coughed again, before continuing weakly. "– Am.. I?" The girl questioned, confused.
"Your at Rosenberg Medical Center, dear." The nurse replied as she gently pushed the girl back onto the bed. "May I ask what your name is?"
"Er.. Sen, I.. I think.." She mumbled. "I don't remember anything else.. Just that name.."
"Oh, you poor thing.." The nurse sighed. "My name is Marilyn, dear."
"That's a nice.." She yawned. ".. Name.." She mumbled, closing her eyes as her breathing evened out. Marilyn waited for a moment, before she got up, shaking her head in pity as she exited the room.