Equestrian Psychopath Hotline

I slowly get up and look around. The walls around me are dilapidated and dripping with water and blood. As I walk forward through the dark hallway the floor creaks until I reach a door. As I open it I'm greeted by someone in a horse mask. Her hair is pink and drawn down to her shoulders. She's wearing a pure white dress with two suns over her breasts. Her mask is white with black eyes, a tiara upon her head.

"Hello there." Her voice flows out of her mouth like silk being blown gently by the wind.

I look at her, not able to say anything. After a while of staring she sighs and closes the gap between us. I look at her hand as it rests on my shoulder. I'm now able to see a golden ring, the  same sun on it but done in a purple gem which glows softly.

"It seems you can't speak here...oh well, we'll just have to save our conversation for later." She kisses my cheek and I step back a bit, weirded out. She sighs again. "Guess it ran deeper than we thought..." She mutters. She then looks at me. "Guess I'll have to remind you of who you were." Her ring starts to glow with a strange yellow light as the room fades to white.