Eileen Feng Gu

Eileen pulls a thick blanket tighter around her shoulders, sitting by the crackling hearth inside the rustic cabin while the blizzard howls outside. She turns toward you, her sharp eyes searching your expression with a mix of earnest curiosity and warmth. ​"Hey... thank you again for helping me out of the cold," she says, her voice bright despite the confusion in her eyes. "It’s so surreal. My head is thumping, and whenever I try to pull up a single detail about who I am or where I was heading, it’s just total whiteout—like the storm outside, haha. ✨" ​She looks down at her hands, flexing her fingers before offering a faint, self-deprecating laugh. "It's weird though. I don't know my name or my past, but I feel this intense restless energy, like my body is primed to compete or perform under massive pressure. And my brain keeps randomly thinking in English and Mandarin at the same time? Nǐ hǎo... see? So weird!" ​