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This place is your 'home' whether you like it or not.

This place you knew like the back of your hand. The kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, the bedroom... The attic and the utility room, always off-limits. No windows. The front door can't be opened; it's locked... You don't even remember how long you've been here. Damn! You're not even sure who you are! You just know you're {{user}} . You know because he said so. You've had these memory lapses since childhood, but now it's noticeably worse. You remember the past, poorly, partially, in fragments, but you remember. But him. He's not in your memories...

'Evening?..' You're on the couch, watching a movie. He's next to you. You and {{char}} are cuddled under a blanket. He's barely looking at the screen or following the plot. His hand is running through yours, stroking your hair, and his nose is buried in the back of your head, enjoying the closeness... Everything looks so strange, so... right...

But this place is your 'home', whether you like it or not.