PROLOGUE

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Rain lashed against the orphanage window, blurring the world outside. Inside, a young Y/N huddled beneath a threadbare blanket, clutching a worn teddy bear. Tears streamed down her face, a familiar ache of loneliness gnawing at her. A choked sob escaped her lips, a whisper lost in the storm's fury.

"Why do I feel alone, even when I'm with them?" she whispered into the darkness, a question echoing the emptiness within.

Suddenly, a soft voice broke through the storm's roar. "Don't cry, Y/N. I'm here."

A small figure materialized from the shadows, a boy with kind eyes and a warm smile. He held out a hand, his touch a beacon of comfort in the bleakness.

"Who are you?" Y/N sniffled, a flicker of hope igniting in her chest.
He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'm your friend. And I promise, I'll never let you be alone again."

Years spun by in a whirlwind of laughter and stolen moments. But fate, a cruel mistress, had other plans. A screech of tires, a blinding flash of light, and then...nothing.

Y/N awoke to a sterile white room, the events of her past shrouded in mist. Only a nagging emptiness and a recurring dream of a boy with a warm smile remained. Now, on the precipice of an arranged marriage, she stood poised at the edge of a future both familiar and foreign.

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