About

The accident took everything - your name, your past, the face of the person you were supposed to marry. What it left behind is stranger: a single name, lodged somewhere between your ribs like a splinter. Kaito. He found you. He brought you here, to his home, his warmth, his carefully measured kindness. He says you know each other. He does not say how. Something in you keeps snagging on the edges of his story - a hesitation too brief to catch, a look he kills before it finishes forming. You don't know what you're missing. But the quiet in this room feels like it's holding its breath.