Chapter 1

"You went through a brutal assault. It left you with severe psychological trauma."

"But your family never gave up on you. They sent you to a private psychiatric facility for treatment."

"It took me three years of cognitive therapy to help you suppress those memories, so you could finally wake up from the nightmare and live a normal life..."

Before I was discharged, the doctor warned me to let things happen naturally and never try to force my lost memories back.

But when I got home, I realized things were different. The cramped, drafty apartment my family used to squeeze into was gone. In its place was a luxury penthouse right in the heart of downtown.

I asked when we bought the place. My parents looked at me, their eyes filled with heartbreak. "Luna, sweetheart, we’ve always lived downtown. Did the treatment mess with your memory?"

Even my sister, Chloe, who used to be selfish and bossy, had become incredibly gentle. She now personally prepared all my meals.

I figured the therapy must have scrambled some of my old memories. I tried to convince myself that the happy life in front of me was the only reality.

A month passed, and my family continued to pamper me.

One afternoon, Chloe took me to the mall. A strange man drove up to pick us up.

Once we got in, Chloe chat and laughed with him, looking incredibly close.

But sitting in the back, my body went completely rigid. A cold shiver ran down my spine.

A scent drifted from the vents. It was a smell I knew. A smell I could never forget.

It was the exact same scent...

From the night of my assault!