The Mystery of Lost Memory
Escape

The yellowish glow of light slipped into Karen's half-opened eye slit. Through her minimal eyesight, crammed into each other with bursts of light that grazed, Karen could see a ceiling with luxurious golden carvings. There too perched a diamond-lined chandelier, which became the home of the damn lights that dazzled Karen's eyes.

Karen tried hard to open her eyes, against the dizzy effects of super bright light. And when she had already managed to open one hundred percent of her eyes, Karen could clearly see her golden surroundings. He was lying in a very luxurious room in every corner. Golden European medieval carvings, blankets made of silk, even pajamas made of soft satin that can spoil anyone who wears it.

“Where am I?” inner Karen, ask the wind and herself.

His body is healthy, he does not feel any pain, even for the effects of dizziness due to the glow of the sparkle earlier also he did not feel. But his mind is incomprehensible. Karen doesn't remember where she was, why she was there, and how long she's been asleep. The only thing he remembers is himself.

“Where am I?!” This time Karen raised her voice. Then he shook off the silk blanket that covered half of his body and got up.

His gaze led around, dazed uncharacteristically. As her gaze locked onto the exit in the corner of the room, Karen did not want to think twice about getting out of the blinding room. He went down the stairs, away from the room, and when he reached the kitchen, he met a young woman who was cooking. The young woman looked very surprised when she saw Karen, which actually made Karen even more shocked. Why should he be surprised to see me? I asked Karen in my heart.

“N-miss Karen, you're up?” the woman was broken. His look looked very frightened.

Karen ran up to the woman.

“Who are you?” hardik Karen's.

“S-me Sierra, Miss,” replied the woman.

“Why are you here?” ask Karen again.

Sierra still looked so frightened, that without him noticing, he had dropped the knife he had brought to slice the carrot.

“S-I was ordered to keep you, Miss,”

Karen stared intently at Sierra with a probing gaze. He approached the woman's face, trying to find a loophole of honesty in it. And Sierra who was panicking, retreated his steps slowly.

“Why am I here?”

The strange question from Karen actually makes Sierra look relieved. He who initially stuttered and panicked, slowly began to be able to control himself. Sierra stood firm, asking Karen to back away from him a little.

“Nona is Karen Stevens, owner of this house,”

Karen nodded quickly. “I know I'm Karen!” snapped it. “But I don't recognize this house!”

Sierra revealed a thin smile full of intent. “Miss Karen better rest, let me prepare lunch for Miss,” invite Sierra.

“No!!” Karen shook her head violently, retreating regularly as far away from the Sierra as possible.

Without warning, Karen ran as fast as she could to leave the Sierra, looking for a way to get out of the mansion. Sierra did not seem panicked. He pulled out his phone and called someone.

“She escaped,” says Sierra. “Seems to be heading to the home of the citizen,”

* * *

Karen kept running, and began to realize that the large, luxurious house was located in the forest, which was quite far from the surrounding residential area. Karen was forced to travel a considerable distance to be able to find a crowd of people so that she could ask for help. His expensive satin pajamas looked crumpled, exposed to street stains. Karen continued to run with her bare feet, down the quiet street with shady trees on the left right.

“Who am I? Why am I in that house?” The question constantly resonated in the depths of Karen's heart, not stopping to demand a question.

So after traveling on foot for almost fifteen minutes, Karen finally arrived at a busy market with local residents passing by. Karen didn't want to waste a chance. He immediately ran through the crowd, standing upright in the center of the crowd.

“WHO AM I?? THIS WHERE?” karen shouted like a madman.

“This is where?” karen asked once again, to everyone who happened to stop to watch it.

Some people chose to run away, because they thought Karen was a crazy woman. But there were also those who approached Karen, patiently giving an explanation.

“This is Jesan village,” replied a friendly old lady. “Come here, son,” The old woman led Karen to sit in one of the places, and gave her a bottle of drinking water.

After the old woman did not appear to be hurt by Karen, the citizens who were initially frightened, chose to swarm Karen because they wanted to know. They gathered around Karen and the old woman.

“What happened to you?” the old woman asked, after Karen had chugged the bottle.

“I don't know,” Karen replied, shaking her in despair.

The old woman noticed Karen's disheveled appearance, as well as her bare feet full of scuffles and shabby pajamas.

“Did you run away from someone?”

Karen nodded again. “I don't know why I'm here,”

“Do you remember your own name?”

“Karen. Karen Stevens,” replied Karen steady.

The old woman looked at the crowd, equally confused. They live in a beautiful village called Jesan and are quite far from the capital, so seeing the appearance of Karen who is very beautiful typical of urban women but acting crazy, makes them confused.

“Where do you live, Karen?” ask the old woman again.

Karen pointed the way towards the mansion. “I came from a big house in the forest,”

They all exclaimed in shock, shuffling at each other like a herd of bees. Then they looked at Karen with a look of wonder and disdain to be one. Moreover, the old woman who had originally helped Karen, when she knew where Karen came from, quickly stood up and retreated.

“Why? Do you know anything? What's with the house?” ask Karen streak.

The citizens kept retreating with fearful gazes, every time Karen tried to approach them. Karen is desperate. She ruffled her hair, upset not playing.

“What's up? Why are you avoiding me?” karen Protest. “I don't know why I was there! Help me!!” karen shouted very pitifully.

“I'm sorry, son,” The old woman seemed very sorry to have avoided Karen, but she didn't have much choice.

The citizens, despite their fear of approaching Karen, had no intention of leaving her. They kept swarming around, as if not letting Karen leave the place.

“Soaring!”

Two strapping men in formal all-black clothes and sunglasses suddenly dispersed the crowd, and a large tall man walked slowly into the crowd that had been marginalized, to approach the depressed Karen. The man in beautiful clothes suddenly grabbed Karen's body into his arms.

“At last I found you!” hatchlings.

She looked at Karen with a worried face and teary eyes. Karen who still did not understand could only be silent sculpting, just resigned when the man hugged her several times.

“Who are you?” karen asked confused.

The man is sad. “I'm Martin, your husband, Karen,” he replied.