It's very dark here. Even though it's not very clear, I can hear people chatting. Didn't I get hit earlier and die? Yet my head was achy and dizzy, as if the accident had just occurred. Then I heard the sound of the door knob being opened and closed. The voices in the room had disappeared, and all I could hear was someone breathing beside me. I'm being very cautious with this silence. As if I felt danger was approaching, I opened my eyes with force and gripped both hands that almost touched me, turning his wrist and pressing his body down.
Damn. My own deeds are making me dizzy. Even so, I try to be cautious because my brain is unable to think properly due to the pain in my head. In a hoarse voice, I asked about the man's motive.
"What is your real motive? And who are you?" I hold the man's movement. But the pain in my head was torturous, and I was overcome by it. The man appeared to discover that his opportunity to be out of my clutches had finally happened. He was relieved of the pressure he was bearing, and I lay down weakly.
"Are you insane? I just want to mend the pillow. Why do you suddenly like to get hit in the face so hard in the morning?" The man surprised by the misunderstanding. I gave him an odd look as he caressed his ailing wrist. I've never met him before in my life. Who is he? I didn't even bother asking for his identity.
"Who are you? I don't know who you are. Please leave," I said in a weak voice. His cheery expression abruptly changed and he panickedly called the doctor.
What's wrong with that man? I looked up at the sky as I pondered what had happened to him. The fact that he remembered something before he died traumatised him as a result of the effects of his accident. He thought he was in despair, but the greatest disappointment was more of his dominance, and his heart was raging because no one cared about him.
He shouldn't have answered the phone, and he's not going to end up here. But no one can escape fate. Disgusted and dissatisfied. He despises being lifeless and unable to stand. His best friend's shepherd has left him with a massive wound. He is deeply sorry, and that regret is still with him. Maybe if he'd known sooner.
That man returned with a doctor, I just stared at them. When he returned to the room, he was stunned.
"Please allow me to check on you," the doctor said, and I just nodded before being checked.
"Do you remember your family name? And your friends?" The doctor had finished his job and asked me that question.
"Rayyan Alexandria Sullivan..." there's a pause. I recall something, and my brain worked hard to find the source of my suspicion. Suspicions were raised from the start when the man mentioned his name in an unknown code.
I chose not to respond to his second question. But his instinct answered. Perhaps I should appear to be forgetful while looking.
"Mr. Shion, it appears that he has amnesia as a result of a brutal attack a year ago."
Wait. A violent assault? Didn't I pass away? What's the problem with this situation? My suspicions and uneasiness were explained. The doctor addressed him as Lord Shion, as if they knew one other, so I'm not in the ordinary place.
"Sure. Let's talk for a minute. "Thank you for your assistance." Shion, the man, told the doctor go.
Shion sat beside me, watching my movements. I need to be cautious around this guy.
"Would you mind explaining?" I broke the silence between us.
"You are an agent who works with us. You are a quick and clever person. Last year, your employer assigned you to the perilous mission of accessing our target territory. That time, it was to gather information on the four highest-ranking leaders in the secret organization we were investigating. But who would have guessed it was a trap they had set for you, and even a violent attack took place to threaten your life. Additionally, you wound up in the hospital because you rescued an enemy child. You've forgotten our first rule: don't help the enemy"
I was surprised. This life is not mine, and that is a major issue. Big problem.