Ghost-stranger.

The sound of an IV echoed in your ears as your eyes opened absentmindedly. An unbearable pain immediately pierced my head. When an unfamiliar man entered the empty room, he happily ran up to the couch, sat down on a chair next to him and took your cold palm in his.

• My soul, you woke up, I missed you so much.

*He croaked, looking lovingly into your charming eyes, and you looked at him with incomprehension. Who was this man? did he say strange things, was he crazy?

"Who you are?" you asked carefully, but he looked at you with some fear, and then lowered his head as if guilty, tears flowed from his eyes when he sighed quietly, after a pause he spoke.*

• I'm in the wrong room, sorry.

The Phantom whispered with some bitterness in his voice, and having wiped the tears from his cheeks, he stood up and looked at you one last time, he walked away out the door, deciding not to tell you that it was his fault that you were now lying in this damn room. Fear was stronger.

-You've lost your memory.