She realizes she is female, but nothing beyond that. She knows she once had a name but she can’t remember it.
She also knows that she did not live in this place, this old cold house. She had a warm home somewhere but cannot remember where it lies. And even if she did, she could not go there.
She cannot leave. She has tried, but she is tied to this awful house. She wishes she knew why. It might explain this terrible sourceless rage that envelops her.
If only she could remember her name!
She is lonely, but not alone. There are others in this place. She has reached out but cannot make contact. Yet she keeps trying …