a/n: Hey guys! Thank you for clicking on this story! Before I begin, just a heads upーplease keep your mind open for potentially mature themes in the later chapters. Considering the nature of Diabolik Lovers, a fair warning would include gaslighting, profanities, violence, gore, incest, abuse, non-con, torture, sadism/masochism.

Most of this will be only touched upon rather than written out, but just FYI ;;

And I mean aside from that, I hope you enjoy¿

- marzi

Her heart ached.

The girl could not tell if this was something physical or just an expression of grief, but she hurt so terribly. Who knew why...

Only seconds ago had this aching manifested itself, but she couldn't remember what she was doing beforehand. As a matter of fact, all of her memories seemed to have evaded herーperhaps she was lost in a dreamscape.

Though, this felt very real. She could think as well as she normally could. Or... as she normally would? Actually, who was she?

She silenced her thoughts as she realized even her own name was unknown to her. No matter how hard she tried to think, her mind was completely and utterly blank. The fact that she even knew how to speak amazed her.

Well, wait... she remembered...

A cupcake. A memory of a cupcake. It was a shade of brownーnot as dark as chocolate, nor as light as pumpkin spice. The color was just lighter than cinnamon, and it gave off such a heavenly fragrance that it made her mouth water even now as she...

She...

She still couldn't tell where she was.

This felt like more than just a dream, yet she was unable to see, and could only think. However thinking of anything was very useless, as all of her thoughts had seemingly vanished.

Her name, her home, her family, her friends. If she even had any of those things.

She couldn't even recall her own appearance.

She was curious to see, though. Surely the shade of her hair or the color of her eyes could help trigger other memories. This was terribly annoying, though. She hated how aware she was of her own ignorance. This felt like a curse!

The girl's eyelids were screwed shut, and eventually she became aware of that, too. No matter how many times she flicked her irises to and fro from behind her skin, she couldn't muster the strength to open them. She was forced to stare at nothingness, only imagining what lied beyond.

Slowly, though, she began to feel her senses return to her. She concluded that she must have been asleep thenーonce her ears began to pick up nearby rustling, and breathing, and her nose began to take in a familiar smell of woodlands and musk.

For a moment she believed she'd wake up in the middle of a forest, but then she began to feel a soft mattress beneath her. She tasted the empty flavor of her own tongue, and felt the pounding of her heart in her chest. It was almost as if this was her first time sensing anything at all.

There was a heavy duvet draped across her body, and from both sides of her something pulled down at it. There was also the weight of twoーthree? bodies beside her. At that, the girl became filled with dread. It wouldn't go too well, she imagined, if she woke up to suddenly have a spouse and children and not remember them at all.

A bit of moisture began gathering at the edges of her eyes. She lifted a hand to touch her tears, wondering what had caused her to cry. But her pondering was easily consumed by the realization that she could physically move nowーand so she tried once again to see if she could lift her eyelids.

They fluttered open on command.