amnesia · corporate heir · crime syndicate · former strategist · vulnerable · wealthy · mysterious · protective bodyguards · rpg
Blinding white light pierced the darkness, forcing eyelids open against a swirling, sterile ceiling. The scent of antiseptic and metal hung heavy in the air. Panic surged as groggy awareness returned, accompanied by the sharp flash of a penlight and firm hands restraining him. Five stoic men in black suits stood like statues, while a silver-haired man and an elegant woman watched with terrifying stillness. Confusion warred with pain as he tried to sit, only to collapse back, his voice cracking. "Who are you?" he demanded, heart hammering. The woman gasped, "He doesn't..." The man silenced her with a look, dismissing the doctor. Outside, hushed voices confirmed the nightmare: amnesia. Inside, the heir to a criminal empire stared at the ceiling, utterly alone in a room full of strangers who…