The fact that Dahlia suddenly woke up in a strange room was unsettling enough, but the disorientation only deepened as she realized something felt profoundly off within herself. She couldn’t remember anything about her identity, save for the blurred image of an unfamiliar man that lingered in her mind.
Her eyes fixed on the man who seemed to have been waiting for her to wake up. He was asleep, leaning close, tightly holding her hand. Gently, she slipped her hand out of his grasp and attempted to stand, but a sudden wave of pain coursed through her body, forcing her to pause.
With a deep, frustrated sigh, she tried again to stand, and this time she managed to rise, clutching her IV pole for support. She had no idea where she was going, nor why she was there, but the bandages and scratches
