Who am I?

[Yukika Inoue]

The darkness yielded to light after the god released Pyrrha into the Nexus - A blank white canvas of nothingness. She fell to her knees and stared down at her hands calmly before looking up to investigate her surroundings. Many people travelled back and forth, in all directions, to random, unknown destinations. Further inspection led her to believe that the colorful sway of pearlescent hues in the distance were more than they appeared to be. It was hard to tell from distance, but many people were heading towards, or coming from, those points of interest so they were probably doorways to other areas.

While this was all great and good, Pyrrha still didn't know why she was here. In fact, who is she? It hits her that she has no recollection of who she is before meeting Omni. She sits up on her legs and takes a fee deep breaths, trying to pull her memories out from nothing. Unfortunately, nothing she did helped. Her memory was as empty as a void.

She stands up and investigates her surroundings a little more in depth and notices a statue of white. A kite-shield and a sword scaled by twenty of its normal size. Something about it seemed familiar, but she just couldn't name it. Nevertheless, standing around here wouldn't be a very good idea, especially with her amnesia. Her best course of action would be to move on and just be careful for now.

[Yukika Inoue]

Picking a random direction seemed like a bad idea in unknown territory, but honestly, Pyrrha was a much of a blank slate as the Nexus itself. It was horribly terrifying and unsettling to know nothing about yourself or what you are doing in a universe that you aren’t akin to. Omni provided more questions than answers, which she seemed would be the case for just about anyone that he talked to.

Nevertheless, sitting around wasn’t going to get her anywhere at this rate. She should move on and hope to find some answers as to who she was, or where she was at the least. Pushing through the densely large crowd of people surrounding the strangely familiar set of weapons, the huntress continued onward in a random direction. The portal she had chosen to investigate seemed much less busy than the others around the Nexus, whether that was a bad thing or a good thing remained to be seen.

It took what felt like hours, but soon the swirling vortex of pearlescent colors slashed against the white hue of the Nexus. It was amazing but somewhat overwhelming at the same time. She took one more look at the Nexus’s fountain, way off in the distance and tried to pull out the memory that wasn’t there. With a sigh of discontent, the red-headed warrior passed through the swaying colors and into the Pale Moors.