Prologue

Waking up in the middle of the forest. It's pitch black and she appears to be dressed in nothing but a white sleeping gown, drenched in forest mud and twigs sticking out of her curly platinum blonde hair. Every inch of her body is covered with dozens of scratches and bruises. A dozen questions flows through her thoughts:
"Where the hell am I?!" "How did I get here?!" "Why does my head hurt like crazy?!"

But the one thought that came to her mind first:
"Who am I?"