A demoness laid in an alley,  near a cardboard box. Lost of junk was around. She opened her blue eyes with a little blink. Her body was covered in blood. Something had happened. but she didn't remember what happened She didn't even remember  any of her life before  this. Where was  she? Who was  she? How did she get so bloody? She  glanced around, trying to see if any clues of  any of her questions were around. She began rifling  in the junk around, thinking that  maybe something of hers might be here. But  why  was she  more worried about finding out about herself than  finding someone who could heal her injuries? Somehow, the  wound  wasn't painful at all. That  seemed  a bit odd. She lifted up her  shirt, and  found that  even though  blood was on her shirt the wound  wasn't bleeding anymore. In  fact, it  seemed to be  just  a scar  on her belly. So, what was  the blood from? Did she  kill someone else  maybe? But the  scar, she was  sure  that  is where the  blood was from. How had  it  healed so quickly? She wasn't a normal person, that was  for  sure. She looked in a  shard of mirror, looking at her reflection. She had  green hair, a  strange mask on, and  some weird markings under her eyes. There was no hint of  what she was, but the fact  that she had green hair  told her  she  wasn't human. Unless it  was dyed that is. She brushed her hair with her hand, to check if any dye  was there. None was  seen. It  seemed her hair was natural. Digging through the junk  some more,  after  she had  lost interest in herself, she  began looking for more  clues. She didn't see  anything that seemed  to be  a hint. It would be nice  to know her  name  at  least. She sighed,  giving up. She fell in the junk,  not  sure where  to go. Where  did she live? She felt so  lost.