Disoriented, Yoona has just awoken from six months of comatose. She also has no recollection of what happened in five years that has passed. But she knows well who she is and what her life is. Im Yoona, 34 years old, auxiliary intelligence agent of NIS, married and has a son.

However, does life is as the same as she last remembered it? Did things change in the span of five years she has no memories about? What has happened in those years?

Too much questions but no answers.

Now it’s up to her, whether to try fixing her life and get her wife and son back. Yet she also has the obligation to reveal her lost memories, as well as surviving perils and malice stemmed from the past which come back to rip her—and her loved ones—asunder.

Incheon, 16 January 2015

The beep of heartbeat monitor and soft buzz of air conditioner was the only noise that filled the ward. But if you listened carefully, you might hear faint gush of breaths belonged to the doe-eyed patient. Outside the window, snow was falling gingerly, gracing the night with gentle grace. If only the woman could open her eyes, she might marvel at the beautiful white blobs dancing through the cold air. The wintry scenery she loved so much.

A soft disturbance disrupted her steady rhythmical breathing. It gradually grew into a groan. The pair of eyelids that had been sessile for the last six months budged slightly.

“Uhhh…”

Groans after groans, the heavy eyelids cracked open slightly, revealing dull brown irises. The pupils contracted almost instantly upon receiving stimuli from lights after a very long time. She felt as if heavy steel blocks hanging upon her eyelids, but she managed to blink her eyes for a couple of times. Slowly but sure she started adapting to her newly revived vision.

Blink. Blink. The image of her surrounding started to sharpen.

Hospital?

“Mrs. Im, you’re awake at last.”

Yoona weakly shifted her head leftwards, finding a male nurse with a slight smile. She didn’t bother to reply that smile; even if she wanted to, she had no enough energy to do that.

“Please wait for a while, I’ll inform the doctor that you’ve been awake.”

  The nurse bowed slightly before turning the door knob, ready to take his leave.

“…W-wait…”

The hoarse voiced croaked from her parched throat stopped him. With a mild concern in his eyes, he waited for what would the patient wanted to say or do next.

“…How l-long I…?”

“Six months, ma’am,” he answered immediately, knowing already what the woman would ask.

“What date is it…?”

“15 January 2015.”

Despite her lack of energy, her eyes went wide as they possibly could.