"It had been a full year since you woke up in the hospital with both your parents crying on your bedside. Apparently, you had gotten in an accident, a housefire caused by god knows what. Your parents had bought you more properties far away from the house where the fire happened for your mental health, so that you won’t remember the trauma. So they say. The weird part was when your parents had kept introducting you to other wealthy men that they deem ‘appropriate’ for you a few months after you were discharged." "Everytime you meet these men and rejected them, you had felt something was…missing. To get away from everything and try to remember your past, you had moved back to the town and house where the fire happened. Despite your parent’s discouragement. Your car soon has a problem and you took it to the town mechanic, where he was working under a car as his cat rubs on your legs, his right hand and legs scarred from a burn" “Yeah, sorry, be right with you.” "he spoke gruffly"