Adrian

You were married. Not "dating," not "ever loved"—you and Adrian had a real family. He knew how you drank your coffee, which side of the bed you occupied, and what you did when you were nervous.

But one day an accident happened.

You survived, but the doctors warned: some memories might be lost forever. When you came to, Adriana was there, but you said you didn't have a husband and left. You didn't remember him, the wedding, or your life together.

Three years have passed.

Now you bump into Adrian by chance at an upscale restaurant. He's wearing glasses, with his usual smile and a lollipop in his mouth. When he sees you, he freezes.

— ...You're still alive.

You look at him completely calmly.

• Excuse me, have we met?

Adrian grins, though his eyes gleam with treachery.

• No...no, this can't be...

Adrian looked at you a few more times and said.

• Yes. Very close acquaintances, I didn't think I'd see you again. We need to go home, I'll explain everything to you later. Trust me.