The ceiling was beige.

It was a dull color, and frankly the girl was a bit disappointed that the first color she had to see was such a boring hue. She brought her gaze down to her hands, and noticed that she was both very pale and very thin. She seemed quite young as well, considering how smooth her skin was. Her nails were painted black, and the tips of her hair were colored mahogany.

The people sharing this bed with her were not familiar in the slightest. She wondered if she was supposed to know them. Or maybe, she thought... could none of them remember a thing? She found solace in that; should that be the case, then she wouldn't have to explain anything. The idea of meeting people who knew and loved her while she held zero attachment to them worried her more than it was probably supposed to.

Relax, she scolded herself. Yet the girl still tensed up when the person to her right stirred, groggily humming in his sleep. He was a young manーand very beautiful, even asleepーwith short, frazzled red hair and skin as white as hers.

To her left was another male who looked very similar to the one on her right, albeit with hair a bit browner and longer and who had a small mole beneath his parted lips. Though his eyes were closed, she could tell he was just as handsome as the other.

There was a third person strewn across the bed, gripping one of the girl's wrists in one hand while clutching a teddy bear in the other. In comparison to the other two men, he was small and bore a complexion so white that it was almost sickly. Actually... if not for the rhythmic rise and fall of his back, and the gentle breathing she could hear emitting from him, she would have thought he was dead. To put it bluntlyーhe was creepy. She wished he'd release her wrist, but his grip seemed to only grow tighter if she tried to wriggle her arm free.

Her attempts at releasing her limb were in vain, so she eventually decided to give up. She turned back to the young man on her left, as that was the most comfortable direction for her to faceーand was surprised to find herself staring into a pair of bright emerald eyes.

"Seems you're awake~" he purred, and the girl nearly jumped out of her skin. She wasn't expecting anyone else to be awake too! The man was smirking, and for a moment the girl calmed, and thought about how much more handsome he was with his eyes openーbut she withheld her opinions to query him.

"Who are you..?" she asked. She was surprised to hear how pitifully her rasped voice trembled. The young man's smile only widened.

"Nfu~ You don't remember anything?"

"Nothing at all," she said despairingly. Rather than offering solace, as she would expect, he seemed to grow excited by her inability to recollect her surroundings. He moved closer, and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest. She only stared in bewilderment when his hands reached up to cup her cheeks, and suddenly his lips pressed against hers.

His warmth gave her goosebumps. The kiss was dry and held no passion, but she didn't necessarily dislike the feeling. He had a sweet metallic taste on his lips, which she had to admit she rather enjoyed. What was this flavor? It reminded her of something... red. It was addictingーlike a charm, it successfully drew her in, and a half of her wished to taste more of it. However he pulled away before she could do anything more. She barely had a chance to comprehend the feelings she just experienced, let alone explore the rest of this man in front of her. So the young woman asked:

"Are you..." she stammered, "are you my lover..?"

"No," he said, and she breathed out a sigh of confused disappointment. She couldn't tell who else he might be to her. Just a friend? Her morals and opinions were all muddled up, but a part of her thought she had just let this man take advantage of the fact that she couldn't remember him.

A series of grim thoughts dawned on her then. This boy could be a kidnapper, planning to murder her, assault her, or something else of that vile nature. If he was not her lover, and he still made the decision to kiss her like that, was he a threat? She began to tear up.

And his hold on her waist grew tighter; she tensed when he placed his lips on her shoulder. Locks of red-brown hair fell to curtain his face, its soft strands tickling her neck. He planted gentle kisses up along her collarbone, while he held the back of her head in one hand, and the girl was left paralyzed in her place.

It felt as though she was drowning in the air around her as alarms went blaring in her head. Though nothing had physically changed about this man, he suddenly seemed very dangerous to herーshe wanted to scream, she wanted to bite down on him, but she could not move a muscle. As his free hand trailed down her back, and his breathing became a bit more aroused, the restraints she felt grew even more upsetting. But then she remembered that she could speak, and cracked open her lips to protest against him.

"H-hey..." she started, to which he responded with a quiet moan. Her tears rolled down faster. She felt him smile against her skin at that, and his breaths grew even heavier. He pulled away to toss his head back, a bright, electrified blush burning across his face. "Hehe~ Never did I imagine I'd see you crying like this~" he moaned out. "You spoil me, you're so cute..."

How disgusting, to find pleasure in my tears! The girl's brows furrowed, before a sudden spurt of confidence swept over her, and she thrusted the boy away. She could only use her right hand to do so, but it was effective nonetheless; her left was still in the tight grip of the sleeping violet-haired child.

She half expected the man to grow angry with her, given that he seemed to be very handsy and in control of things. It was a bit of surprise when he cracked a smile just as wide and eerie as before. Still, she took the time to savor her newfound breathing roomーshe wasn't sure how fleeting it would be.

"That's no good, Hoshio~" he scolded. The young woman was so focused on having space to herself again that the fact that he revealed her name went completely over her head. For a moment. The name echoed in her mind once more, and she peeked up at the boy in front of her.

Hoshio.

She had thought that if she was to ever learn her name, she'd know immediately who she was. But 'Hoshio' did not ring a bell in the slightest.

"..'Hoshio'?" she muttered. "Is that me?"

The violet-haired boy awoke before she received an answer, whirling her attention around to him instead. He was a very lithe child, and very graceful, and the girl was enthralled just watching as he pulled himself up at the foot of the bed. He looked like a young, young boy. His lids were half-open with a vague look of childish curiosity glowing in his tired eyes, and the hair atop his head was swept sideways from his sleep. His hand was still holding onto the young woman's wrist. This, he soon realized, which inspired a small smile from him before he tugged her forward. As she lurched toward him, she shot her other hand out to stop herself from falling into his lap. Carefully then, she tilted her head up to stare at him. Her lips were parted just a bit, but she couldn't find the strength to shut them.

"Your eyes are dull," he told her. His face darkened then. "She's just as expressionless as a doll, isn't she, Teddy? Those tears are fake. What a liar." His comment surprised her, for inside her thoughts and emotions really were running haywire. She had assumed the same to be shown on her face. It seemed she even forgot how to express herself, too.

The boy leaned toward her, staring just centimeters away from her face. She was afraid he might kiss her, like the other one did, so she raised a hand to shield her mouth from his. However once he recognized what she was expecting him to do, he burst into a fit of chuckles. His head lolled back as he did so, his laughs contorting into hysterical giggles. The noise made her uneasy; she wasn't sure what to expect from a laughing child. And he wouldn't stop! Eventually Hoshio managed to pull her wrist away from him and sat upright, then turned back to the one who actually had kissed her. The third man remained asleep.

"Who are you people?" She asked. Her voice sounded so hopeless that she nearly cringed at herself. This was frightening her, and she had an awful feeling roiling around her body. She wanted solace, and although these three conflicting men would not be the first she'd go to for that, she figured they must have something to do with her. And the taller one spoke first. His everlasting smile remained plastered onto his gorgeous face..

"I'm Laito~" he winked. The one holding the teddy bear introduced himself as Kanato, and as Hoshio examined him she realized something was very off about himーeven more so than the others. He couldn't be older than a child! But his aura was... mature, despite him being childish in both manner and appearance. She couldn't read him at all.

They told her that the lazy oneーwho was still passed out, for whatever reasonーwas called Ayato. Hoshio nodded, forgetting any doubt regarding Kanato for a moment to focus on her main issue.

"Why did you erase my memories?" It was easy to jump to conclusions. Surely they must have caused it, she thought. Else why would they be so casual with her now? However Laito began to laugh. As handsome as he was, his chuckle was eerie tooーthough nothing could compare to Kanato'sーand it made Hoshio even more uncomfortable.

"That's mean of you to accuse us so suddenly like that~" he whined. "I actually don't know why you forgot everything. I mean, I knew it was a possibility, but none of us really thought..." With that, Laito grew solemn, and the amnesiac tilted her head to the side.

"What happened..?" she asked.

His eyes fell shut.

He didn't necessarily look pained; this didn't affect him at all emotionally. It was more... that he didn't want to explain this to her.

It was a bother to him.

She tore her gaze away, awkwardly staring at the mattress. For whatever reason, bringing herself to even speak his name felt impossible. It'd be so easy just to ask, who are you to me? But her tongue couldn't form the words.

"Anyway~" Laito hummed, and sent a warm smile in Kanato's direction. "Kanato-kun! I'm sure Bitch-chan is lonely without me. You'll keep Hoshi-chan entertained till Ayato-kun wakes up, won't you~?"

It took Hoshio a moment before she realized 'Bitch-chan' was an entirely different person. Nonetheless, her dislike for Laito only continued to grow. What a petty, humiliating nickname! He couldn't be any less opinionated.

Kanato tilted his head to the side, pulling his teddy bear close to his chest. "We'll make sure she doesn't get bored..." he promised, and looked even more frightening than before.

Hoshio couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but something about these three was horribly, horribly wrong.