"At the end of the day, I always blamed my weak body for it. There wasn't a single day where I didn't resent it."
Asa Argyris woke up finding herself in a snow white room with nothing but a bed. All she remembered was her name and a man's death.
There were scientists looking over her, watchful eyes constantly observing her every movement. She also found out that she couldn’t exactly die. That there was something planted inside of Asa. Whatever it was, it could prevent her from death. How exactly did she get herself into this predicament, Asa wondered.
Nobody around her was trustworthy. The only thing she could safely rely on was herself and her lost memories.
