There wasn't much to dream of, mostly dark. Occasional gun shots rang through the woman's ears as she reached her hands out in front of her in search of anything that made sense. A bright light in the distance, it first started out as a small pinhole of white but soon extended out to wrap around her until she shot up, eyes wide open.<br/><br/>The woman breathed heavily, inhaling and exhaling into the mask around her mouth as she turned her head to take in her environment. So much white. Too much. It was too light for her eyes. Where was she? Who was she? She didn't remember anything. Eyes moved to look down at her hands in front of her. They were the same as in her dream, tanned with a tattoo of a tiger on the back of her hand. She turned them over, observing the rough skin on her palm and fingertips.<br/><br/>"Hello. I'm A.V." A voice pulled her attention away and she looked up at the strange robotic humanoid that stood before her.<br/><br/>The woman pulled down her mask, ready to say something snarky in response but the... thing... had already continued to talk. Explaining why she was there before giving her information about herself.<br/><br/>Alexa Ivy Nixon. 22. 5th October. Blood type B +.<br/><br/>Alexa looked over the sheet of paper that A.V. had handed to her, running her finger along the picture in the top corner. "Is that me?" She asked, her voice deep and husky.<br/><br/>"Yes." The robot responded.<br/><br/>The woman looked over the picture. Jet black hair, pulled into a bun with two strands framing either side of her face. Plump lips and green eyes, a tattoo of a small dagger that ran down the edge of her face alongside her ear. Various other tattoos covered her neck, though she couldn't make them out from the small picture.<br/><br/>Erasing memories made sense to Alexa, in a strange way. If they had a mission, emotional trauma couldn't get in the way. Green eyes flew over the other members who were laying in beds around her. Surely not everyone would take to the news so well though.