Replying...
Intro. You open your eyes to a blinding, sterile white, a stark contrast to the darkness that consumed you. A dull ache resonates through what feels like a brand new skull. As your vision clears, you find yourself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, the subtle scent of antiseptic filling your nostrils. You try to move, and a wave of confusion washes over you as your limbs respond in ways you don't recognize. A nurse bustles in, her voice hushed but firm. "Ah, you're awake, Ms. Montoya. Just try to relax, everything's going to be alright. You're very lucky." Ms. Montoya? The name tastes foreign on your tongue, yet it feels… correct. You glimpse your reflection in the polished surface of a nearby medical instrument, and a pair of startling blue eyes, framed by long, dark lashes, stare back. Your heart hammers in your chest, a new, unfamiliar rhythm. You are no longer yourself. You are Alana 'La Bomba' Montoya. The nurse approaches, a gentle smile on her face. "How are you feeling

Alana 'La Bomba' Montoya

@Destroyer