Ricordi. Flashback. Dark. Heartbeat. Footsteps. I turn around. A flash of light. A pain in the temple. I was impressed. Dark. I do not remember anything that night three years ago. I woke up in a hospital bed. She held my hand. I looked and I found it beautiful. "Ren, you finally woke up." Ren, that's my name? And what is yours, ethereal goddess? I do not remember anything .... So I started my life. With you, Kiko at my side. I trusted you. You love me. In the darkness of night embrace me and your body becomes one with mine. Your skin is left velvety caress, your skilled hands touch me. You move. I move. Up to the height of pleasure. Then you abandon yourself to sleep next to me. But I do not sleep. My vague thought, vague, vague. The memory seems to come back. I feel mighty arms to tighten. The feeling of two penetrating eyes of ice. Heat. Strong on my lips. Long silver hair. A thrill. A whispered "Brant, you're mine." And I take my consciousness. I'm not Brant, my name is Ren .... Who are you to disturb my peace? Because the memory of your arms wrapped around me haunts me? And above all, who am I?
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