It's completely normal to wake up in a room, in a very comfortable bed, all by yourself. But what isn't normal is the fact that you have no recollection as to who you are, or where you are, or why you're here.

By the time I woke up, the sun was already high up in the sky, already working its duty of providing light for all the biotic species. I looked around the room, wondering where the hell I was at and why I was here in the first place.

"Hello?" I called out, hearing my voice echoing in the room.

No response.

I decided that it was better to walk around the room to find out information rather than sit in bed all day.

For the first time, I noticed that all I had on was a white shirt and blue shorts. I walked over to the window, thinking that I would see nature at its finest. What I didn't expect to see was the fact that I was 180 feet above from whatever nature would offer me.

I let out a shriek.

I took voluntary deep breaths to calm myself down and sat back down on the bed. Only then did I notice the intricate carving on the nightstand.

Imai Hotel.

So this was a hotel, huh.

I narrowed my eyes at the nightstand, wondering if it had anything else to give me.

I opened its drawers tentatively only to find a piece of paper with scrawls on it and a cellular device.

I picked up the paper delicately and squinted at the messy scrawls.

Mikan Sakura.

Is that a name? More importantly, is that my name, I wondered.

Turning my attention to the cell phone next, I flipped it open and even though I don't remember learning how to use a cell phone, I was already fumbling my way through the phone, in hopes of finding more information that would benefit me.

I tumbled to the 'Contacts' screen, but there was only one phone number registered.

(423)567-8904

I had no idea who this numbered belonged to, but it was worth a shot to call the person either way.

After pressing the call button and waiting for the call to go through, an icy female voice responded.

"Hello?" she clipped.

"Um, hello." I muttered.

The lady on the line sighed into the phone and grumbled, "Honestly, how many times do I need to change my number so that telemarketers won't get a hold of me-"

"Wait, no! I'm not a telemarketer!" I exclaimed.

"Then who are you?" she questioned.

"I… I am…" I stuttered, raking my brain to give a response until my eyes landed on the piece of paper.

"I am Mikan Sakura…?" I answered questionably.

"Mikan Sakura?" She repeated, "I do not know a person that goes by that name, therefore you are wasting my time."

"Wait! Please don't hang up." I said exasperatedly, "I don't know who I am, and I woke up this morning in a hotel named Imai Hotel and in the nightstand was a piece of paper with 'Mikan Sakura' written on it and a cell phone with only one number in it, which was this number"

I must have spoken at a speed of a mile a minute because by the time I finished, I was out of breath.

There was silence on the other line; it was so silent that I thought the other person had already hung up.

"What room are you in?" she said abruptly.

"Pardon?"

"The room number. There should be a room number. Go to the door and look at the number, and tell me." She explained, not so patiently.

I walked over to the door, "478." I stated.

"I see." She mulled, "I will be there soon."

"Wait, who are you?"

Even without knowing who she was, I could feel the smirk in her answer as she said, "I am the owner of the Imai Hotel, otherwise known as Hotaru Imai. And it seems like we will be spending a lot of time together the next couple of days."

Click.

I looked at the phone screen.

Phone call ended.

I wasn't sure of what was happening or why I couldn't remember anything, but I will find out eventually.