Amidst a night awash with countless drinks, my senses danced in a muddled haze. The relentless throb in my head anchored my consciousness. Each step, a clumsy waltz, led me away from the dimly lit interior, into the embrace of the frigid, snow-laden night.
Though I had never held a fondness for the falling snowflakes, tonight, their descent bore an altogether transformed charm. The delicate, wintry flakes cascaded from the heavens, evoking an enchanting ambiance, as if the very elements conspired to partake in my intoxicated reverie.
Lost in the captivating scene, I meandered aimlessly through the labyrinthine streets, my mind adrift from reality and my senses ensnared by the bewitching allure of the evening. Shortly thereafter, a sudden, blaring horn and the piercing intensity of headlights roused me from my drunken fantasy, forcefully yanking me back into the realm of sobriety.
I awoke in a room bathed in pure, blinding white, faintly registering the murmur of unfamiliar voices in the distance. Paying them little heed, I grappled with the persistent throb in my head, attempting to rise from the bed and make sense of my surroundings. It was then that the voices fell into an abrupt hush, leaving me in a disconcerting silence. As my bleary eyes struggled to adjust, the silhouettes of two men gradually came into focus.
In my attempt to speak, my voice emerged as a harsh, raspy whisper. "Where am I?" I inquired, my confusion mounting, for a heavy fog enveloped my memory, and the void was frustratingly unnerving. The man in the white coat, whom I presumed to be a doctor, started to speak in a gentle, reassuring tone. "You've been in an accident," he began. "Inexplicably, you were found in the middle of the street." I was left speechless, grappling with the unsettling void that seemed to have swallowed my recollection whole.
The man standing by the doctor broke the silence. "I apologize, Miss Lee, but I couldn't prevent it. Maybe be more vigilant in the future." I gazed at him as though he spoke in Chinese. "Wait, you ran over me? And who is this Miss Lee?" The doctor's eyes sharpened with a disconcerting worry. "You are Miss Lee, Scarlett Lee," he affirmed. I found myself lost in a perplexing fog. "Am I?"
The doctor's words faltered as he continued, "We believe, to some extent, that it may be the case. All we found in your purse was your credit card bearing your name. Apart from that, no id card, no keys, no phone. There's a faint possibility that they were lost during the accident, but our investigators couldn't find them. However, focusing on the brighter side of the picture, you are in perfect health, except, clearly, for the amnesia. I have faith that, in a short span, you'll start to regain at least some, if not all, of your lost memories."
My gaze gravitated toward the man who stood alongside, absorbing his presence. Slender and poised, with raven-black hair and eyes, he exuded an air of refinement, elegantly adorned in a flawless suit. He might well have stepped from the pages of a high-fashion magazine. I snapped back to the moment and asked once again, "As you mentioned, no id was found, correct? Where am I expected to go now? How can I reunite with my family? I can't remain confined to the hospital indefinitely."
