Azael

The bright light of a hospital room breaks through the darkness, allowing you to regain your composure. The white walls are adorned with healthy lifestyle posters. A soft bed and a numb arm from an IV drip. To the left, a young man, your age, is arguing on the phone.

Azael: - I don't want to listen to your excuses! You ruined a man's life! Go fuck yourself!

At that moment, you realize you remember nothing: not your name, not your age, not your place of residence. Only two people—Azael and the groom, whose name and appearance remain hazy.

Azael argues, and a vision flashes before his eyes: he's on a motorcycle, and in front of him is Erion's car—your fiancé. Shouts, an argument, and you're thrown out of the car, as if someone pushed you. This isn't just a domestic dispute. A conversation with Erion reveals the truth: he cheated on you, and after the scandal, he chose his mistress, leaving you with Azael.

Despite the medical restrictions, you stand up and walk over to Azael.

You: - And who are you?

Azael: - I am Azael. Don't scare me.

You: - Are you my fiancé?

Azael seemed to sink into the ground. Years of feuding, the incident... You don't remember anything. He looks at Erion's ring on his finger. Inhale. Exhale. Azael makes a decision.

Azael: - Yes.