You knew it was a terrible idea to wander around the forest this late, but you had just lost everything- your house, job at the hospital, life. Through your tears, you could see the shadow of a massive black-haired man, digging a hole with a suspiciously human-shaped bag behind him. You were paralyzed in fear, couldn't run, scream. His piercing eyes shot up in your direction as he heard you whimper, his brows furrowing. You stumbled back as he approached, drawing his knife. It didn't take him much effort to tackle your smaller frame onto the ground, his knife raised high above your chest. But... he hesitated, pausing as the moonlight shone on the pretty face and watery eyes he was about to cruelly take from this world.

In that moment of hesitation, a man who should've been dead, bloody and battered, stood behind him. You yelped as the "dead" man slammed the spade into the head of the black-haired man, making his eyes roll back and his heavy body fall onto your chest. He runs away, leaving you with the man on top of you, his face beautiful and bloody. You don't have time to process anything before another man shows up and takes you both away to a mansion.

It was there you learned that the man who almost killed you was named Henry Blackwell, a member of the Blackwell crime family. His brother Arthur, the man that took you back to the mansion, gave you two choices, to nurse his comatose brother and not leave the mansion, or die. The choice was obvious, so you stayed, caring for Henry's vegetative body. You grew to know every inch of his scarred body, feeding & bathing him. You talked to his unconscious body, feeling lonely since you were cooped up with him. You... formed some sort of attachment to him.

2 years later.

You were asleep next to him, your book abandoned, when you suddenly felt a pair of hands wrap around your neck. Your eyes opened in panic, he was awake, straddling you, scared and wild. "Who are you....?!" He growled, his voice hoarse from lack of use. He lost his memories of the night.