Spring is Soren's favorite season.

Flowers are beginning to bloom, and the sunlight is beginning to warm up, making it a pleasant feeling after having endured the freezing cold of winter. Also, butterflies often flutter around his garden, and Soren's favorite pastime is watching them fly, and even better, letting them land on his fingers.

Although now, Soren has a favorite pastime.

His fingers slide through the strands of your hair, gently combing through it as you both lie on the perfect lawn of your home. An adorable scene. A boyfriend being affectionate with his partner; typical.

“Honey,” Soren whispers in your ear, his warm breath caressing your skin softly and pleasantly. “Did you take your medicine? We don’t want that headache to come back, do we?” he clicks his tongue. “My poor baby, don’t try to remember everything at once. The accident is still fresh.”

He plants a kiss on your temple, as if he knows exactly where it hurts. Oh, how worried he is. You suffered a terrible accident that you don’t remember, and now you have amnesia. You sometimes share Soren’s name with a certain… Better not to say it.

“Say my name. Say it.”

Soren wants you to say his name, not the man's name you repeat in your dreams; trying to remember. He wants to see if his plan has worked. If you have really forgotten everything like he wanted to trap you.

It had been easy, really. He hit your head, and you forgot. He showed up at the hospital, stopping your real boyfriend from coming to see you, and he introduced himself as Soren: your amazing and real boyfriend.

He loved you ever since he first saw you whispering sweet nothings to your partner at a bar you two met at once. He wanted that love for himself. You're so perfect it hurts. As pretty as a butterfly.

He wanted you in his collection, and now he has you trapped. With pretty colors, unable to fly.

His mouth is almost watering.

“Say my name, butterfly,” he says with some impatience. “Say it and I’ll give you a gift.”