<div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
<button class="bbCodeSpoiler-button button--longText button" data-xf-click="toggle" data-xf-init="tooltip" title="Click to reveal or hide spoiler" type="button"><span class="button-text">
<span>Spoiler: <span class="bbCodeSpoiler-button-title">Brigitta</span></span>
</span></button>
<div class="bbCodeSpoiler-content">
<div class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--spoiler">
<div class="bbCodeBlock-content"><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/brigittav3-jpg.63897/" title="Brigittav3.jpg">
<img alt="Brigittav3.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/brigittav3-jpg.63897/" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="460" src="data:image/svg+xml;charset=utf-8,%3Csvg xmlns%3D'http%3A%2F%2Fwww.w3.org%2F2000%2Fsvg' width='422' height='460' viewBox%3D'0 0 422 460'%2F%3E" style="" title="Brigittav3.jpg" width="422"/>
<noscript><img alt="Brigittav3.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="460" src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/brigittav3-jpg.63897/" style="" title="Brigittav3.jpg" width="422"/></noscript>
</div></div>
</div>
</div>
</div><br/>Brigitta startled awake.  She sat up in bed and glanced around herself.  The room was a sterile institutional white, and the fluorescent lights made it uncomfortably bright.  She grimaced with annoyance and swung her feet over the side of the mattress onto the cold white tile.  She looked around the room again, paying more attention to her surroundings.  Confusion began to well up in her.  She felt in the core of her being that she would never furnish her room this way, but she had no memory of whose room it was.<br/><br/>She stood up and padded to one of the doors in the room and gave the handle a try.  It turned easily.  She pushed the door open to reveal a well-appointed bathroom, still all in white.  Brigitta sighed with relief.  She washed her hands, hiked up her thin white gown, and sat down on the toilet.<br/><br/>She considered her situation.  She doubted anyone lived in this room; it was too sterile, too empty despite its furnishings.  If nobody lived here, then she didn't live here, unless she did live here, and she was the worst neat freak ever.  She shrugged mentally; it was entirely possible, since she couldn't remember anything.  Brigitta finished her morning toilet, washed her hands, and did what she could with her hair.  In the end, she flipped it into a ponytail, then paused.  Where had she learned to do that?<br/><br/>She examined her face in the mirror, then reached out hesitantly to touch her reflection.  She had forgotten her own face.  She took a deep breath and quelled the fear rising within her.  She shook her head and turned quickly away from the mirror.  She padded over the other door and tried the handle.  Hopefully whatever was on the other side of this door would yield some answers.  The handle wouldn't turn, so she jiggled it again.<br/><br/><i>"Welcome to New Genesis Medical Facility. You have been selected based on your unique skill set to be part of a special program.  <br/>
We need you. Not only those of us who run the facility but all of humanity. You are our last hope."</i><br/><br/>Brigitta jumped at the sound of the automated voice.  "Hello?" she called out.  A medical facility, the voice had said.  Was she in a hospital?  Another wave of fear rose in her.  She jiggled the door handle again, and to her surprise it turned easily.  She pushed the door open and stepped out into the corridor, only to stop short at the sight of a group young people much like herself.  All of them were dressed in white, but some of them wore regular clothes instead of the short gowns.<br/><br/>"Oh, sorry," Brigitta said.  "I was looking for the, umm, well, I don't know what it's called."  She smiled self-consciously.  "I'm kind of hungry."