"Jane Doe" is what we call a female nobody, an unknown figure. In life, we wade through many of these people and be regarded ourselves as Jane Does without batting an eye.
Natural hair colour, dressing  in normal clothing with the same dull skin, haggard eye-bags and drenched in "safe" colour schemes. Their faces blur into one; Enduring daily mediocrity, without anything exceptional in their life. The default is naturally to survive.  

But what if it didn't have to be that way? What if "I" can have something more.