Vivian woke up with nothing but herself and a mysterious flute. She had no idea where she was or who she was. She only thought her name was Vivian because it felt right even though there was another name floating around in the back of her head: Annie. She felt like she had been sleeping for three days straight in an uncomfortable position. She slowly climbed up trying to loosen up her joints when she noticed she was lying in a bush next to a large house where a lot of people were waiting to enter. And that no one could see her. Vivian sat up and crawled out of the bush. Having no other place to go, she stalked into the large house.