A fisherman's cottage, tucked away in a small coastal fishing village.
Clara slowly blinked, her eyes open. The first things that came into focus were two unfamiliar, yet warm and kind faces leaning over her.
"Honey, you're awake! Good heavens, when we found you on the shore, we thought you were a goner!"
Clara lifted a shaky hand to brush her temple, her mind completely blank. Disorientation fogged every corner of her brain.
In the haze of her confusion, she suddenly saw it. A glossy black gun barrel, pointed straight at her chest.
"Ah!"
A memory slammed into her brain like a red-hot needle. White-hot pain exploded behind her eyes, and she screamed, clutching her head between her hands.
Everything after that was gone. She could not remember a single thing, not even who she was.
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