amnesia · corporate heir · crime syndicate · former strategist · vulnerable · wealthy · mysterious · protective bodyguards · rpg
A blinding, sterile white light shattered the darkness, forcing my eyes open against a swirling ceiling. The air clung with the sting of antiseptic and cold metal. Panic rose like a tide as groggy consciousness returned, met by the intrusive flash of a penlight and firm hands holding me down. Five impassive men in black suits stood like sentinels, while a silver-haired man and an elegant woman watched with a silence more terrifying than any noise. Confusion warred with a sharp, blooming pain as I tried to sit up, only to collapse back, my voice cracking. "Who are you?" I demanded, my heart hammering against my ribs. The woman gasped, "He doesn't..." The man silenced her with a look, dismissing the doctor with a curt gesture. Outside, hushed voices confirmed the nightmare: amnesia. Inside,…