White... That was all there was to it, a land where nothing could be seen.

"Where the hell?" Were the words I was supposed to mutter but...

Seems that I have lost my voicebox as well.

Ah.

I remember now. The young man thought as the sounds of sirens became vivid within his turmoil, thoughts about who he was surged through it, causing the once still state of his psyche to run rampant, each successive thought adding pressure to the rising gauge.

The thought of being left a vegetable only worsened his feelings regarding the matter.

And then, it all crashed as light brighter than the surrounding area started to emerge at the corner of his vision, focusing his gaze with everything he has, the young man was soon able to make up what was causing the light-

It was a small dotted creature, female in origin and what seems to be a doll made up of flesh crudely stitched together, the eldritch entity emerged from the slowly dampening light.

"Hello." It says with a wave with a voice that sounded like the wails of endless children asking for help, "I am a designated guardian for your transportation." She says, her Stitched mouth curving upwards, flesh, muscle and sinew revealing themselves as she smiled "Call me 26."

"Or perhaps, if names suit your tastes, call me Tori." The doll said as she started walking towards him.

Inevitably, the doll soon reached him, and, looking at her now, in spite of the gory features, Tori is quite beautiful. That was what his estimation of her was, and perhaps, if anyone was ever in his situation, that would be their assessment as well.

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It's almost like she was carved by an expert artist turned mortician. Her chiseled features are not to gawk at, and her stitches, though they seem to be very brutal in nature, just adds to her charm.

"I'm flattered." Tori states as papers suddenly emerged out of nothing, "And I'm sure my creator would be pleased to hear that as well." Her face was beaming when she said this.

"Still, I'm surprised that you're not showing any signs of distress. Usually, in a few cases where my creator has... Done something similar to this, the individuals become disturbed, making him displeased at times." She says with a nod as her gaze shifts to the papers she held within her hands, "usually, the individuals would complain that he's too big, or that he's too unnerving." Tori chats as a pair of arms grew out of her back, they proceeded to clap, turning the white area into a ghoulish purple, electricity crackled around and within the surface of the new walls.

Tori's new arms retracted, now nowhere to be seen. And then she made eye contact. "Right. You do not know who you are. That explains it. That's what you're thinking right?" She says, "distress usually sprouts from the subconscious, which is why you're confused. Of course you're not gonna know silly! It hasn't even popped up yet! You were just thinking about it!" Tori says with a childish demeanor.

"Anyways! To sum it up, basically, your old body was the one that stored the memories of your previous life, and now that that's gone, all that's left is you. A consciousness, so to say, you were a driver, and all the things that your vehicle had is now gone. And that includes all your senses."

"What you have right now is comprehension and understanding. Which is why you can understand me, though if I do say something you can't comprehend, or take a form  that you can't perceive, you would go insane." Tori says as she shakes her head.

"Anyways, you'll be going in blind. Assessment regarding your consciousness has been done. Good luck!"

After that, everything went black and the sounds of crying infants entered my ears.

Followed by frustrated grunts and held-back moans.