Her hands trembled as she then brought her shaking hands to herself as she let out a shocked gasp, as she had came to a conclusion that she refused to accept, it just couldn't be possible, it was so distant from her future, her dreams, how she perceived her world, everything, it was mind shattering.

Was it possible...? No, no, this couldn't be, it just couldn't be, could it? The idea has never once crossed her mind and yet- no, it shouldn't, it couldn't be possible, so why was it? This was insane, this was impossible, this had to be a dream right? Yeah, she was dreaming, there was no way she would have committed any sort of crime that would allow her to end up here. She was supposed to be with Shota, what happened to him? She couldn't remember anything, all she remembered was Shota, Hizashi, Oboro, Midnight... they were just having a grand old time at their favorite cafe! When had this red-eyed villain played in?! When was she ever associated with him...

What did that make her? Did that make her a criminal, a villain, something that she had sworn to fight off and with Shota for the rest of her life until she was unable to? Was she an acquaintance of a villain that she didn't know herself? Was she blackmailed into doing whatever awful things this villain made her? Was she helping him, was she helping a villain maybe? No, maybe she was just fighting one! That could be possible, yet, why was he so familiar with her, of course, he's never called her by her name but-

"̵̤͉̹̰̹̦̫͆̒͐͆͑̿͌͋̇̕Ḋ̷̫̙̭̝̘̩̹̳̪̓̀͗̿̔͛͜e̷̦̠͎̿͋̔a̵̻̭͎̯̥̿́d̶̢̰͓̍ ̸̟̫̗̦̘̠͕͓̩̂P̸̧̢̼̯̝̻̜̣̺͙̹̩͔̰͑̿̅̔̓̈́̌̔̿̾̓̚u̴̧̺̤͉̫̙͈̘̯̮̔̾̿̑͌̆̽̆̈́̕l̵̞̝̞̮̭͖̭̠͇̣̞̰̅̎̈̇̋̆̒̌̽̃͋ş̸͍̖̥̲̤̹̜̙̰̗̱̼̋͑̐̐͑̀̅̌̓͊͆́ȇ̸̥̲̓͂̑̈́̓̀̍"̸̧̢͉̪͚̱̲̝̼͉͓̦̫̖̹̐͑̑͗̂̈͘͝ ̸̫̰̩̤͖̇̑̄̒̽͗̕͝

Her lips trembled as she then froze in horror and shock ran across her face, her nerves paralyzed as she then pulled her hands away from her neck, her mind wracking around her head as flashes and sensations began to grip her tightly, encasing her in their hold as she struggled to escape. The voices, she could hear them inside her head, they ranged in volume, pitch, and tone, but there was one thing common- vicious poison laced with their words, of ones that were disappointed and ones that carried anger and spite, but they were all mingled together into one collective voice that seemed to have spoken several languages all at once with one tongue.

Simultaneously, she felt this sudden urge around her neck, like a tight constraint around her neck, suffocating her and blocking her airways from breathing. She let out a gasp as she then scratched her neck for some airway or opportunity to breathe to magically appear, as she was struggling to receive oxygen through her mouth.

Breathe.

"You're a killer, and as a hero, I don't think we should associate with one another anymore. Goodbye Y/N."

S̸͇̞̙̊̐̈̒̀̈́͜͠t̵̢̢͕̼̎o̶̩̽p̶̮̱͐̊̚ ̸̺̥̰̥͔̄̾͗͘î̸̩̪͈̟̞͋͛͑͜t̸̰̪̭̰̥͙̒̓͗̔̋͜͝.̵͉̯̗͖̯̐̃̂͂̇̕

"You're fucking useless, can't you do anything around the fucking house?!"

I̷̼͛̔̌ ̶̨͈̔c̷̨̗̬͌̏a̶̜͆̑n̴̳̑̽'̵͔̠̤̇t̴̯́̄̓ ̷̬̜̦͗b̸̹̑͊̈́r̵̰͗͝è̸͜͝á̸̫̹͉t̶̟̪̂h̴̜̞̜̓ě̴̩̲̀.̶̬̤̔̑̆ ̸͓̾͛

"They'll be better off without me."

H̸͕̗͋̐͒e̷̮̰̺͂́l̵̦̜̱͗p̷͉̀̌ ̶͍̃̀̚m̸̜͐ȩ̵̻̐̅͘

"He doesn't love me anymore. There's no point."

A̵ ̴f̴e̴w̴ ̸b̷u̸c̶k̴s̵ ̷f̸o̸r̷ ̶s̸o̴m̴e̷ ̸r̸o̴p̶e̸ ̷i̵s̴n̵'̵t̵ ̵a̴n̵y̵t̵h̵i̵n̵g̸ ̵c̶o̷m̶p̵a̴r̸e̵d̷ ̶t̴o̷ ̸m̷y̵ ̶n̸e̶x̸t̵ ̶d̷e̴c̵i̴s̸i̴o̵n̸.̷

"I'm sorry..."

"I-I-I c-can't... I-... c-can't... br...the..." a whispered voice sounded to herself, her vocals hoarse as she attempted to string along coherent words. Why couldn't she breathe? She needed to breathe... It hurts... God, this hurted so much, make it stop! Another migraine on top of not being able to breathe...? She felt herself getting light-headed as every limb on her began to shake and desire to keel over and hurl had sneaked up on her and lunged at her, as she tried to cover up her mouth- however forgetting she still needed to breath. Vomit soon began piling up in her mouth as she was fighting a battle for air and clearance through her mouth. She felt disgusted as she felt some liquids spew out of her mouth and onto the floor through the gaps between her fingers as through her blurred, teary-eyed vision she couldn't see. I need to breathe...

Calm down and breathe, breathe.

.

.

.

I can't.

She woke up once again as she blinked at the sight of a figure before her, making her let out a gasp as she then rubbed her eyes. She was probably still dazed as she recalled her recent memories...

Calm down and breathe, breath.

I can't.

She concluded she must have passed out from her prior panic attack as she sighed, she seemed fine now... she shifted her head completely to look at the figure looming over her. Their clothed backs faced her vision, a blue silk jacket from what she could note just from their backside, wearing gloves and an equipment belt around their waist... from their hair, she knew it was safe to assume it was a male... She began to sit up, but the clink of her metal handcuffs (at least that was what she assumed was on her wrists), seemed to have alerted the being that stood before her of her movement, making the figure turn around.

"Oh, so you're awake. Can you hear or understand me?" The person spoke as they looked at her. Hazel eyes paired with the same colored hair, definitely not Japanese from their accent. She looked down at their articles of clothing, a suit jacket with three buttons in the middle with a crisp wrinkled white shirt with a tie. They had those caps belonging to prison staff placed on top of their messy golden locks.

Was this a warden? It must be from the look of their clothing, but she was surprised. This was how prison wardens dressed like? Why did they need such formal apparel?

Biting her lip, she opened her mouth to speak. "Yes, I can hear you." Wow, she sounded so... so mature... How did she sound so old? Did memory loss cause her to somehow change her vocals? Why was everything so fuzzy? There were bits of her memories that just seemed... off... bizarre she supposed. People she's never met, voices that seem familiar yet she felt as if she didn't know them, it was all incredibly strange.

"Good, now stand up. I'm going to have to escort you to a testing room, then an interrogation room. Please do not try to resist or escape, as that would further create more severe consequences for you," the male ordered, with narrowed eyes, glancing at her handcuffs as if making sure they were there on her, she could see the glint of fear and caution around her as she stared into his pits.

She assumed it was best to leave her questions and wondering to the side and just listen and obey to the warden's instructions as she sat up from her bed, her feet feeling the cold floor, as she noticed she was wearing sandals, her feet exposed as she gazed down at them. The hell?! When did her feet grow this large? So it wasn't just her vocals that changed, her size did as well?! How was that even possible? Memory loss didn't result in changes to her body, it was just a temporary loss of memory. Was it possible that she committed a crime or got into a fight and hit her head- thus making her lose conscious and memory loss? That still wouldn't explain the changes in her body. Now that she thought about it, was it possible she had committed crimes and had been in a coma for what, maybe five years?! Maybe even longer? God that explained why everything in her head was so messed up and blurry- she couldn't connect the thoughts because she's been out of consciousness for so long. Did she already go through puberty and she was a full grown woman?!

She looked down at her own body. She had grown... she was like what, 170 to 178 centimeters? She used to be like 160 centimeters... could her body have grown that much. How old was she now? She wanted to ask the warden but would it be weird to be asking them about her age, because that should be something she should already know. But she didn't like it even five years younger, it felt like she had gone on her life's journey and been through hell... her body had matured and looking at her hands, jeez what in God's name happened to her nails.

"Umm... sir... do you know how old am I?" she hesitantly asked as she nervously fidgeted with her fingers.

"Why? Are you suggesting something?" The male asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow, as if she had something sexual or 'Karen' to say, about how she was a proud Japanese citizen that didn't deserve to be here, or something, at least those were the stories she heard from America when she was in second year.

"I-... sorry I just... I don't remember a lot of things... everything is fuzzy... I don't remember how old I am... I just know I've grown a lot from what I last remembered... I'm trying to remember... sorry if it sounds weird, but I feel like a teenager in a woman's body..." she admitted. She wasn't too sure, she didn't know anything about herself, that was what it felt like to be in this situation. She was missing pieces of information, she wasn't able to find the swept up puzzle pieces under the rug that would be her memories. She was missing too much information, too many things about her that she knew she needed to piece together to figure out what she was going through and why she was here.

She gazed at the male with pleading, wandering eyes, desperate for answers as she was demanding him to tell her the answer or else 'off with his head'. That seemed like the kind of sensation she gave with her intense gaze, she was incredibly good with begging and asking for the things she wanted, it was somehow a skill she had perfected, almost anyone she had come in contact had fallen victim to her begging.

The male glanced up and down at her, seeing if at all she was lying in some form or way before sighing. "They only informed me that you have received a long-term memory loss. That's why we're going to test you, like I said. I don't know anything, I just escort prisoners if needed and make sure they don't try to hurt each other or escape."

She bit her lip as she frowned slightly. It didn't work because he didn't know anything, he didn't have anything to give to her anyways. She grumbled and muttered under breath in a lack of what she was looking for as the warden then jerked his head to the open door and back to her in one quick motion, urging her to come further. She rolled her eyes and peered through the door, seeing a corridor with the seemingly same matching doors across the hallway. This was definitely a prison... her room was probably identical to the rooms this building held all their criminals and crooks with.

She forgot to remind herself she belonged here too. She gulped as she stepped out of the room.

The warden shortly followed after as she continued to walk down the long hallway, passing by lots of doors on either side of her, however she couldn't peak inside to see as the doors had no windows. She whined a little at that, wondering if criminals were big, intimidating scary people, or just like her- average ordinary people that had no idea what they've done to deserve this. Well, the jail wasn't all too bad, it actually had good service, but she needed at least a TV to help her survive from boredom. She doubted what she did, whatever she did, would put her on death trial... hopefully..? She wasn't very strong, but she had to remember that she was older, a lot older than how old she originally was- did older her get herself muscles? Was she finally hot and had eight packs. She shook her head. Now was probably not a good time to be talking about that, she groaned.

"Go to the left," the warden said as they stopped into an intersection where the corridor split into two parts. Heading towards the left direction, the warden then strided in front of her, opening the door to reveal a lab, tables filled with all kinds of sciency-equipment, with people in lab coats and goggles with those blue plastic gloves, they were obviously scientists. What kind of scientists, she wasn't too sure, but they seemed like the combination of doctors and forensics people.

"This is her, I brought her as soon as she woke up," the warden said, before quickly heading out, closing the door behind them. She heard her footsteps stop just by the door, probably to make sure she doesn't attack them or something. Standing alone in front of them, her mind blank. What was she supposed to do here? What were they even testing her for?

"Hey, you," One of them spoke up, holding a clipboard with what Y/N would assume her records. What would they even need that for? Of course they're going to need it, but what for?

"Uh- yes...?" the female answered, swallowing a gulp at the silent tension in the room as all their eyes were on here. Why were they staying with her? Did they know she was self-conscious from that? She frowned. What did they want? What were they going to test her for? Why did she need testing? Was she mentally ill or had some sort of disorder or disease maybe? Was she sick? Was she insane? Was that why she couldn't remember anything remotely to what happened, how she got those scars, how she was suddenly so mature and old? Was she insane? Did she go bat-shit crazy and done the craziest shit she couldn't even imagine having done? Is that why she was in a jail cell?

"Come here. We have to examine you," they said.

She stood silent, her nerves freezing and completely as her limbs hung loosely from her shoulders emptily, her mouth opening into a small 'o' as she her fingers twitched, trying to force herself back into reality when she was stuck in a dazed-like state in her own thoughts. The moment she had said those words made her distant to reality, as that was something that she couldn't imagine or even comprehend, because that wasn't humanly possible. Her heartbeat began to spike as her organ started pumping blood rapidly, hearing her own drumming of her heart in her ears as the air was knocked out of her lungs.

No, her ears must be tricking her right? They had to be, they were kidding right? No, what they said was probably her imagination, because it wasn't possible, it wasn't humanly accurate, it was beyond human capabilities. Yes, it must have been a lie, it couldn't possibly be? Because how could she?

Why would they need to examine her? What was next? Maybe they were just there to make sure she was mentally stable to remain in the prison cell for the rest of her life? Was this guaranteed that she was going to rot in here because of something she couldn't remember doing?

Once again, she found herself choking, suffocating as she slouched down, keeling over as her eyes widened and shook, finding it hard to breathe. When was the last time she felt like this? Helpless, confused, having no idea of what she was or what'd done? That scared her, she was panicking on the inside because she didn't know who she was. Was she...? Was it true?

"W-why...?"

A/N: Apologies for a half-baked chapter, but I promise the next chapter will be really good. Hopefully. *anime sweat drop.* I'm bad at keeping promises. Really sorry for taking so long, motivation and time management comes hard in school. T_T I miss you guys. 

Edit: Clearly I wasn't thinking properly while writing this chapter so I had to change the end bit. I officially hate myself.

Edit #2: If you guys remember during the first time I published this chapter, Y/N was automatically identified, which was a huge mistake on my part, due to some upcoming chapters. It's incredibly crucial that her identity has been discovered or else the point of Shota, Hizashi, and Nemuri for coming is pointless. I didn't want to state this so obvious, but since I made a huge mistake and need to clarify, Y/N doesn't remember her name. She does remember events that happened in her life, however, whatever name she put herself in those memories are blank, does that make sense?