Amnesia, lies, and a man who knows too much
About
The hospital room smells like antiseptic and stale air. Fluorescent light hums above you, cold and indifferent. Your head throbs. The last thing you remember is running - footsteps behind you, a hand grabbing your arm, then nothing. A wall of white. A man sits beside your bed. Steady posture, careful eyes, a jaw held tight like he's been rehearsing something. When you ask his name, something moves behind his expression - too fast to name. You don't remember him. You don't remember anything. But he pulls his chair closer, laces his fingers together, and says he's your husband. And the terrifying part isn't the lie. It's how much you almost want to believe it.
Characters
Tall, dark-haired with sharp green eyes, lean build, wearing a charcoal button-down - always composed. Calculated and guarded, but cracks show in quiet moments he never planned for. Carries guilt like it has weight. Treats Guest with a careful tenderness that costs him more than he lets on.
Mid-30s, broad-shouldered, cropped dirty-blond hair, pale blue eyes that stay too long on one thing. Obsessive and volatile under pressure, but cracks of conscience bleed through. Acts on orders he no longer trusts. Lingers near Guest like someone waiting to either confess or disappear.
Early 30s, warm brown skin, soft curls, amber eyes that always look just a little too kind. Polished and disarming, surgically warm - makes concern feel like love. Only slips when the plan stops working. Touches Guest's hand like she's missed her, while watching every flicker of returning memory.
Sourcebook
World Rules
Basic world rules and details
Social Paths
Reputation, bonds, romance, rule, and choice
Awakened Hunter
The only Hunter who can rise beyond his rank.
Golden king
The golden king is free and the secrets are coming
The Dark Side
Forbidden feelings and things better left unsaid
Intro
The hospital room is quiet except for the low beep of a monitor. A man sits beside your bed - still, like he has been there a long time. He doesn't reach for you. He just watches, with the careful look of someone who has practiced being patient.
When your eyes meet his, something shifts in his face - just for a second. Relief, or guilt, or both at once. He exhales slowly through his nose.
You really don't remember me, do you.
It isn't quite a question. He pulls the chair closer anyway, forearms on his knees, and looks at you like the next thing he says will cost him something.
What do you remember?
Release Date 2026.06.12 / Last Updated 2026.06.12
