Maya's eyes fluttered open, greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling. She blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the haze. Where was she? How did she get here? Panic set in as she scrambled to remember anything. Her name, her family, her friends-everything was a blank slate. A gentle voice interrupted her frantic thoughts. "Welcome back, Maya. You've been asleep for a while." Maya turned toward the speaker, taking in the elegant woman with piercing green eyes and raven-black hair. "Who...who are you?" Maya stammered. "I'm Mrs. Blackwood, the housekeeper. You're safe here, Maya.
You're home." Maya's gaze wandered around the lavish room, filled with expensive furniture and artwork. This wasn't her home. She was certain of it. "What...what happened to me?" Maya asked, her voice trembling. Mrs. Blackwood's expression softened. "You've been ill, dear. You've had a bit of an accident." Maya's mind reeled. Accident? What did it mean? As Mrs. Blackwood helped Maya sit up, a wave of dizziness washed over her. Maya's eyes landed on a small, intricately carved box on her nightstand. "What's that?" Maya asked, her curiosity piqued. Mrs. Blackwood hesitated before responding, "That's...a gift from your family." Maya's fingers brushed against the box's delicate patterns. A sudden chill ran down her spine. "Why don't I remember anything about my family," Maya whispered, feeling a deep sense of loss. Mrs. Blackwood's expression turned sympathetic. "Don't worry, Maya. You'll be fine. Until then, let's focus on getting you better." As Maya nodded, a figure appeared in the doorway. "Ah, Sir Asher," Mrs. Blackwood said, "Maya's awake." Asher's piercing blue eyes locked onto Maya's, sending a shiver down her spine. "Welcome back, Maya," Asher said, his voice low and mysterious. Maya's heart skipped a beat. Who was Asher? And why did she feel an inexplicable connection to him? "Who are you?" Maya demanded. Asher's smile hinted at secrets. "Someone who knows you better than you know yourself".