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I woke up with a start, the feel of someone's hand hovering over me pushing me into action before I could comprehend my actions. With a stunned squeak, they were pinned to the floor, their hand in a precarious angle that was breakable if need be. My actions were mechanical, instinctive and felt right now that my memories were slowly but surely returning.
I finally looked down after the whole ordeal, realizing the assailant was a woman dressed in a black and grey maid's uniform, her heavy breathing the sure sign of her anxiety and fear.
She isn't dangerous... look at her... she's about to have a heart attack...
''Who are you? What are you doing here? Where am I?''
My brain was still foggy, trying to catch up with my body that was still on fight mode after the memories that had ass
