𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.
❝ in which you piece together the fragments of your past...
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"Find your brother."
"I love you both. Always"
Pain.
That was the first sensation settling in your brain as you stirred.
Water. That was the second thought. Your throat felt like it hadn't been graced with a drop of liquid for a week.
Your eyes shifted under your closed lids.
"Find your brother."
Your lids shot open, only to briskly squeeze shut again as the blinding light flooded past your irises. You released a low, croaky groan, trembling hands rubbing at the dissipating burn that only added to the pounding headache quaking in your skull.
What happened?
You blinked slowly, allowing your eyes to adjust to the bright interior of the bathroom. You lifted your head and gazed around the small room.
It looked... normal; neatly organised, skincare bottles perched by the sink, and a half-filled laundry hamper situated by the bathtub. A large mirror hung opposite you, reflecting the top of the door you leaned against.
Your eyes widened.
Was that blood on the doorknob?
You sluggishly stood up, watching cautiously as your own reflection came into view on the mirror.
