Abandon

My body was exhausted, my thoughts in chaos.

It was as if I hadn't slept for days. After sleeping like the dead, I woke again with the feeling that my brain was about to explode from sheer exhaustion.

"Uh..."

Yimo let out a low murmur, feeling a faint chill in the air.

He instinctively tugged at the blanket and finally slowly opened his eyes.

The familiar ceiling greeted him.

The curtains in front of the window beside the bed were drawn as usual.

Through the gap, he could roughly make out that dusk had fallen.

Where am I?

Who am I?

These were the thoughts surfacing in Yimo's mind.

I think my name is... Yimo?

I'm in my rented apartment...

His thoughts gradually returned, but Yimo felt that something was increasingly wrong.

A sense of unfamiliarity-at that moment, he felt an intense sense of unfamiliarity.

He was clearly lying in the bed in his own room, yet no matter what, he couldn't shake that unfamiliar feeling.

It was as if he had lost a large chunk of his memories, with many extremely important moments missing from everything that had happened in the past...

But Yimo was somewhat bewildered and had no idea what exactly was wrong.

A moment later.

Yimo thought he might not be fully awake yet, that he was still groggy from sleeping, so he rolled over, planning to sleep a little longer.

"Eh...?"

However, his scalp suddenly hurt. It was a sharp, startling pain.

It felt as if something had been tugged, making him instinctively shift his shoulder. He grimaced and opened his eyes, finally seeing what was in front of him.

Hair?

Yimo's eyes widened. He felt the hair lying on the pillow, then instinctively gave it a tug...

The same pain as before came again.