When the skeleton form came to consciousness ― it cannot remember its own name. An examination of its surroundings do not show hints of a past identity; yet memories come. Just looking at the hairs on its arm- AAH! It is some bony thing! Some skeleton body! Bones!
... after calming down, rationalizing the situation, even unlocking a single memory ― it came to a simple conclusion. It was alive, then dead, yet now still conscious, with a body of bones. But first ― in a previous life it must also have been a she ― the memories recall some very intimate things; and for another matter, 'she' no longer has certain body parts, like a va- Nothing! Never mind!
-anyway ... moving on. She can't cry about lost blood flows when she's not even sure it would be an improvement to have it back. What is this world, why is she stuck inside a stony room with so many other skeletons, what is she supposed to do here?
Question after question spills forth from her thought pattern; but no answers came forth. All her hopes do come crashing down as she remembers something gamelike from a past life ... a dungeon. And ... she's in it. Part of a dungeon ... formerly a girl, now a skeleton, but wanting to be human again-
-alright then! She'll start taking charge of her own life ... existence ... presence ... whatever-