Nothing

Y/N. That was your name. And that was all you could remember. All around you is white, endless, unforgiving white. The only colour being yourself, and the cuts and bruises littering your body. Where are you? What happened to you? WHO are you? These are questions that plague your mind, will you ever discover the answers? You don't know, but you sure will try to. But will you be happy with the answers you receive? Is not knowing for the best?