Retracing The Steps (English Version) DRTS#2

Chapter 1

Amnesia

I opened my eyes slowly. White blurred lights welcomed my sight. I keep on blinking so I could adjust. Later on, it became more clear to me.

The ceiling above is painted white, and the room is illuminated by a mix of yellow and white light bulbs. As I attempted to speak, I realized that my throat was extremely parched, preventing me from uttering a word.

My lips opened and closed, but the dryness persisted. I became aware of my own presence, yet an odd sensation emerged—I couldn't sense my physical body. It felt as if my body and my head were disconnected from each other.

I attempted to shift my hands, but I couldn't sense their location. I tightly shut my eyes, trying to perceive my surroundings. It was excessively silent, with only the sound of the air conditioner reaching my ears.

Where exactly am I? Why am I unable to move, and what is the reason for my presence in this place?

I perceived the sound of the door creaking. My heart skipped a beat. I can't recall being in this location before! I am very familiar with my apartment, but this doesn't resemble it!

I overheard someone say, "She's awake, Dude..."

I felt a sense of fear creeping inside me. Who are these people? And I can't remember being friends with anyone, so, who are they? It's difficult for me to trust, so why am I in the same room with them?

I watched as a large figure blocked the lights, partially blinding me. After my eyes adjusted, I could see the man's face clearly. I sensed another person on my left side, another man to be exact.

"You're awake," a cold, deep voice spoke.

I shifted my gaze towards that person.

I was taken aback by his eyes. They exuded emptiness, resembling a snowy mountain. They were captivating yet chilling.

Once again, I blink my eyes to confirm that I am not in a state of dreaming. The man's appearance resembles that of a character from a captivating fairytale! His hair is immaculately groomed, his lips are pressed together with a hint of intensity, his nose is sharply defined, and his jawline is distinct. If someone's gaze could have a freezing effect, it could explain why I feel a lack of sensation in my body. It's as if I am frozen!

I lower my gaze to observe his physique, which exudes an undeniable presence. He is dressed in a white coat that remains unbuttoned, allowing a clear view of the white t-shirt underneath. Accompanying this, he wears black pants.

I thought this man might be a Doctor because of his coat, even though he didn't have a stethoscope. People usually don't wear that kind of coat unless they're professional doctors. Another person caught my attention for the same reason.

But compared to the person on my left, this man seemed overly formal.

The silence around us was intense, but it didn't bother me. However, his intense stares made me uncomfortable.

He asked, "Can you speak?"

He exuded a cold and authoritative demeanor, like a man of ice.

The way he spoke conveyed a strong demand for an answer, implying trouble if I remained silent.

I opened my mouth wide just to be able to respond. Even though my throat was parched, I forced myself to speak.

"I... c-can..."

The simple act of speaking became an arduous task as my throat yearned for moisture. I struggled to form words, as if each syllable were a battle against the dryness that consumed me. Finally, I managed to utter two feeble words, barely audible in the tense air.