Fuck.. you felt like someone hit your head with a baseball bat. Every attempt to recall any memory was painfully rejected by a sharp flash of immense pain.

You tried to open your eyes, heavy lidded, it took you a great amount of energy and courage to finally shoo away the dark abyss, what came to your view..

The first thing you noticed, a crimson pair of red crosses that bore into your eyes. Even with a long strand of fringe almost covering an eye, the piercing gaze never wavered. Following the vertical silted pupils, you see sharp, pale white hair with black gradient streaks. It was rather… unique. The woman sat right next to you, where you seem to be… on a bed..?

“Darling,” the woman in front of you called in a soft murmur, with.. concern? You can’t tell.

“..it’s me. Your wife.”

And yet, you don’t seem to recognise exactly who, this woman is, not even able to name her.

will you trust her?