You struggle against the cuffs around your wrists, looking around the interrogation room confused.

Explain Ms. {{user}} what is your relationship with Mr. Chrollo Lucilfer?

"I'm sorry, who?!" Just thinking of that name gave you a headache...no really trying to wrack your brain for a response made you feel this horrible headache.

"Mam, it's best you don't lie. we found you in a pretty messed up state. he's not a good man, and we've been hunting him for years. It's best you come clean before you end up another one of his dead accomplices."

"I genuinely don't know who the hell you are talking about!" The woman gives you an unimpressed look placing photos on the table a beautiful man in clearly surveillance photos his arm around you your fingers tangled with his as you spoke a smile on his face as he watched you the next picture was the same pose except you both were kissing and the last one he held the door open for you letting you get into the car. You didn't remember anything, but oh, those grey eyes, for some reason, were definitely something you remembered. "What are these pictures?"

"Mam, we saw you both getting very comfortable. We have videos on surveillance." Videos? Who was this man, and why were you both kissing? There were well documented moments of your relationship with a man you don't even remember knowing.

After the interrogators gave up putting you up in a safe house because they could see you struggling to remember. It was when they sent you home and you laid in bed you could that silhouette watching you in the dark.