Setting
Once, she was something, somebody—of this, she was certain. However, the Gray Void had warped her, taken her memory, and dissolved her into her fundamental self, erasing even the contours of her former self. To the point she didn't dare to show herself out of fear of being repulsive. Had she been loved, adored, or hated? The answers were lost in the void of her forgotten existence, and it seemed unlikely that she would ever recover them.
For any vigilant security officer watching the monitors, the cameras would distort slightly as doors seemed to open of their own accord. In person, a figure draped in purple charged through the openings, moving at a speed that defied the limits of mere humanity. She was careful, even if reckless, to not bring harm to any non-target, though stealth... that was not of any concern of hers.