Prologue

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Imagine, a young woman at the age of twenty one. Her life was normal when weighed with others in society. She was not too high nor too low in the social class, but nestled right in the middle. Now examine this woman, as she was different from the bunch. Her green eyes were vivid, her hair jet black. Though her physical body were anything from childish, she was a child deep in her heart.

Now picture a man by her side. The only ring on him was his pinkie finger, a symbol of their friendship. One could find he was always by her side, or the other way around. Now color his eyes a crystal blue and dye his hair as black as a cloudy midnight. Picture all the memories and bonding from the years the two had spent together.

Picture waking up in an unfamiliar place with all memories gone. Strangers come up, frantic and frightened, telling stories or shouting names in some sort of desperate attempt. What might happen next? Some cry, some escape, some search for the life they lost, and some turn it into a second chance. This is the effect of amnesia.

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