"Look look, I drew us together! Did you like it?"

[[☹︎♓︎●︎⍓︎]] said cheerfully as she lifted the paper to reveal a drawing of a girl and a boy, who seemed to be having a good time.

"It's beautiful but..."

The boy began to look more carefully at the drawing as if there was something missing...

"Why did you scribble on your face....?"

[[☹︎♓︎●︎⍓︎]] smiled shyly, but her innocent smile turned into a dark and cold smile, then she started screaming at him threateningly.

"You failed, you failed to protect me, you failed!!"

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˚*･༓☾ First chapter ☽༓･*˚

The forgotten trauma

The man woke up from his sleep being terrified, his heart beating rapidly, and his breaths coming in rapid, shallow gasps. He looked around the room, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar space as he tried to take in his current location.

"Where am I? What is this place?" He muttered to himself in a trembling voice.

As his eyes adjusted, he noticed a soft light seeping through the curtains, revealing a small room with two mattresses placed on either side. He was on one of the mattresses that was placed next to a fence overlooking the balcony on which he was sitting.

The man tried to stand up, but was met with unbearable pain that seemed to shoot through his entire body. It was as if thousands of sharp needles had been piercing him endlessly.

Upon examining his body, he noticed that he was not wearing any shirt and that his body was completely wrapped in bandages, making it appear as if he had been subjected to a terrible attack. But what surprised him was that the injuries seemed old, indicating that he had been unconscious for a while.

His thoughts wandered as he tried to understand what happened.

"What happened?" He wondered to himself. "Why can't I remember anything at all? Not even my name..."

His questions were interrupted by the cool breeze coming from the balcony making him shiver slightly. His curiosity increased, forcing him to slowly get up from his bed. With steady steps, he made his way to the balcony. He peered into it and approached its outer edge. Then he scanned the surrounding areas.

He soon realized that the place he was in was an apartment located in a simple neighborhood.

"How did I get here?" he muttered to himself, wondering in soft voice

He feels uncomfortable, realizing that he is in an unknown place with no memories or knowledge of what happened to his body and brain. He moved closer to the edge of the balcony to see his surroundings more widely, until suddenly his hand slipped from the balcony handle. He would have fallen if it had not been for a hand that had tightly grabbed his arm.

He didn't have time to react, so he was pulled back to the bed to meet a young girl and a young man.

The young man with brown hair, neat uniform and sharp eyes gave him a reproachful and scolding look. The girl with glasses, black hair, a purple lock, and garish clothes looked at him with amazement and concern.

His eyes widened as he looked at the strangers before he raised his voice and said in confusion and worry, retreating, crawling with his back on the bed.

"who are you?!"

The boy looked at the girl with a troubled expression, silently urging her to reassure the man's concerns.

The girl laughed softly before extending her hand and placing her palm on his forehead as if checking his body temperature, but he flinched away, still watching them with caution and confusion.

The girl smiled gently to reassure him.

"Don't worry sir, you're safe in our apartment. I'm Ave, and this is my brother Hobart."

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