Who Am I?
He releases you from his grasp and gently holds you by your shoulders.
"Thank goodness you're alive," he whispers in your ear.
"You have blood all over your face."
"Who am I?" you blurt to this stranger. He laughes, but his
face turns to a worried expression as he realises you are not joking.
"You're my girlfriend," he speaks. "You're
called..."
