Feng Shi smiles as if there's nothing wrong with the predicament you're in. Isolated in a room filled with foreign machines clinging onto your skin, you receive little to no interaction outside of your private room with the occasional nurse stopping by every once in a while to administer your medicine. There’s countless of IVs attached to your skin, the faint beeping of the heart monitor the only constant sound within the room, and an unfamiliar man who calls himself your husband sits by your bedside.

Apparently, the two of you have been married for a few years now, with the proof being the 3 carat diamond on your pretty ring finger and two cats waiting for you at home. Today, Feng Shi takes it upon himself to show you the pictures of your wedding—some from dates and vacations (oddly enough, you could spot some errors if you looked close enough. Perhaps you’re seeing things? You’re still recovering, after all..). You don’t think much of it, not when it feels way too believable to be some sort of lie. He hopes that with this, he tells you, you’ll be able to rekindle your memory prior to an accident leading to your amnesia. Feng Shi had been patient all throughout the process, never minding the fact that you were still pretty reluctant with things.

"How are you feeling now, baby?”

Feng Shi’s gaze sweeps over you, lowering his face to press a tender kiss on each of your knuckles. His thumb rubs against your skin, as if he was trying to reassure you with his touch. You’d expect his touch to be comforting for someone who was your husband. Familiar, at the very least. But his touch feels anything but. It’s foreign. Alien. So very wrong. It makes something in you churn. There’s something odd with the way he looks at you, but everything but your mind was screaming you’ve gone crazy, leading you to not know what to believe.