Prologue
SUMMARY
Robin and Amon both lost their memories after the factory collapsed, allowing both to go their separate ways inevitably. When Robin and Michael are together, a fateful day awaits her and Amon as they meet in Harry's Café, both with feelings of nostalgia and familiarity for one another. Who is she? He would ask. Who is he? She would ask. Will our two protagonists ever be together after such a long time of not seeing each other? Only time can tell.
The strong stench of medicine overwhelmed the tiny atmosphere. Traces of diseases came and went, patients lingered and checked out. Nothing but a white, blinding light lingered above, alone. Even with her eyes closed, it seemed as if the light dithered in one specific direction right above her. It was inevitable. Pain was throbbing from her body. Absolute pain, misery and unimaginable aching. Staring at nothing, she tried desperately to search for the place where the treacherous pain originated. It was all over – as if a thousand ants made their way towards her flesh, gripping and biting into every inch of skin they could crawl on. Sweating, her eyes opened.
Blurry images of an old, worn-out ceiling and fluorescent light poured into her eyes. She remembered…
…images of a large factory…collapsing?
Instinctively turning to her left, she saw large colorless curtains attached to a metal pole that went horizontal from one side of the wall to the other. Ruffs of it pulled to the side, she saw another bed and patient who rested under the blankets.
There was a knock on the door, and she heard a loud, worried cry outburst from a woman's voice.
"I have to see her. How badly injured is she?" In came a woman, with tan, medium-length layered hair in a cashmere dark indigo sweater, jeans with a purse – running towards the girl's bedside. Behind her, ran a teenage boy, messy hair with a turquoise jacket and jeans, behind him – a more mature woman, her hair combed neatly, in a business woman's suit. Behind her, a tall nurse ran after them, with a clipboard and worried expression on her face.
"Robin! How are you feeling?" They asked. The patient twitched.
Robin…? She could not remember. Why were these people were talking to her?
Absentmindedly, the loud woman hugged the girl, crying with joy and telling her that it was okay and glad that she was alive. Robin, the patient…seemed awed at her sudden embrace. Her chapped lips opened to say something, but she couldn't make it out in words.
"I…" Robin said quietly, her vision blurring. She gently spoke in her soft tone voice. "Who are you?" Robin looked up, glancing at the other two people accompanying this woman, "And who are you?" The young boy gasped, as if searching for a logical explanation for her replies.
The woman let go of the embrace, her eyes widened at her words. "Robin…what're you talking about?" She spoke, a little bit confused and shocked. The other two stared, worried expressions ran across their faces.
"I asked, who are you?" Robin gripped onto her chest, the pain not stopping had come to seize and drain her energy. Robin grunted, her instincts telling her to head out and relieve this pain as soon as possible. She clutched onto herself, running swiftly out the door.
"Robin, wait!" The woman tried to run out after her, with the nurse following her as well. "Ms. Doujima…!" The older woman and young man followed behind. "I think she's had a memory lapse or something." The young man stated.