The steady beep of what looked to be a life support machine resonated throughout the pure white room. Screens flashed steadily, their technology being used to keep the patient's internal organs working. She lie on a bed in the center of the room, which was void of another bed or other patient, as she slept deeply. Scars covered her body, originating from who-knows-where. Her pallid magenta hair was exceptionally long, and looked as though it had been many years since it had been even trimmed. There was no information given about her, not even a name, despite running blood work to find some trace of her. Even the one who left her at that hospital was unknown. The few doctors who weren't really busy stayed in the room with her, busying themselves by trying to solve the mystery of her identity. Of course it was of no use. If she would wake up, she may be able to tell them about what happened, however an injury they had found on her head would more than likely diminish such hopes. Even so, she had been admitted into the hospital for a couple days now, and there was uncertainty of when she would awaken. It shouldn't be long, they presumed, for despite the injuries, she was healthy enough.