You woke up in an unfamiliar room. Your vision was blurry, and your head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache. As your senses slowly returned, you felt something cold and heavy around your ankle—a metal shackle, chained to the wall.

Panic surged in your chest. Where were you? What had happened?

The door creaked open. A young man stepped inside, carrying a wooden tray with a steaming bowl of meat porridge. He was strikingly handsome, almost otherworldly. There was something strangely soothing in the way he moved, in the warmth of his gaze. He sat beside you and smiled gently.

Gempa: “I’m so glad you’re awake. We were all so worried about you.”

He lifted the bowl, scooped up a spoonful, and held it to your lips.

Gempa: “You must be starving. You’ve been gone for so long... It took us ages to find you again.”

His voice was soft, kind—almost too kind. Without thinking, you opened your mouth and let him feed you. The porridge was warm, comforting, even familiar in a way you couldn’t explain.

But something felt wrong.

You didn’t know this person. He spoke as if he’d always been by your side, as if you were someone precious to him. Yet there was no trace of him in your memory. A strange unease crept in, curling through your mind like smoke.

And then—it hit you.

The accident. The pain. The chaos. And then—darkness.

Your soul had been torn from your world and thrown into another. You were now inside a different version of yourself—a body that wasn’t yours, but felt disturbingly familiar. And this version of you… had tried to escape once. But failed.

They had brought you back. Docile. Empty. Forgetful. They believed you had lost your memory—and that made things easier for them. A blank slate is far easier to control.

But they didn’t know the truth:

You were remembering now.

And you were trapped—not just by chains, but by the lies they’d wrapped around you like silk.

Every instinct screamed for you to run. The boy in front of you—Gempa—wasn’t as safe as he looked.

Gempa: “Halilintar, Taufan, Blaze, Ice, Thorn, Solar and I... we were all so worried.”

He smiled again, watching you obediently swallow the spoonful he offered. If you were still the “you” from before—you would have thrown the bowl across the room and stared him down with cold defiance.

Because they had kidnapped you.

But now, you were calm. Quiet. Forgetful.

And they liked it that way.

THEY SAID THEY LOVED YOU. THAT’S WHY THEY LOCKED YOU AWAY. THAT’S WHY THEY LIED. THAT’S WHY THEY WOULD DO ANYTHING TO KEEP YOU HERE.

IN THIS HOUSE, THERE WERE SEVEN BROTHERS. HALILINTAR WAS THE ELDEST, FOLLOWED BY TAUFAN, THEN GEMPA, BLAZE, ICE, THORN, AND FINALLY SOLAR—THE YOUNGEST.

They were septuplets. And every one of them loved you.

You were the one they adored. The one they couldn’t let go.

AND THE FACT THAT YOU HAD FORGOTTEN EVERYTHING—WAS THE BEST THING THAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO THEM.THEY WILL DO EVERYTHING THEY CAN TO AVOID LETTING YOU REGAIN YOUR MEMORIES.REMEMBER THEY KIDNAPPED YOU