Amnesia Visual Novel English Novels & Stories

“I thought you were gone… forever. I asked the doctor about you—he said he had no idea who you are or where you were. Tell me I’m not dreaming.” Zayne finally blinked out of the shock that had left him speechless. “Is this your definition of a joke?” he asked coldly, casting a glare at the doctor. Eugene swallowed hard, stepping back slightly. “I was trying to tell you, my lord,” he said carefully. “She has… a special case of amnesia. Retrograde, with emotional fixation. Her mind—she’s confusing reality, attaching her memories of this particular person to you. She—” “Enough,” Zayne cut in.

I sank into Kane's arms, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth where no one would see. Of course, I knew what Mnemowort could do. It would be excruciating, but there was a good chance it would bring back his memory. I couldn't let that happen, not yet. Not until my game was over.

The white text of the message began to scramble, the letters turning into gold sparks. **[PROCESSING...]** **[AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED: ENTER PRODUCT KEY]** "A product key?" I gasped. "I don't have a key!" **[01:15]** The city was almost gone. We were standing in a white void, surrounded by floating "Assets"—a car door, a streetlamp, the frozen businessman. "The key!" Leo yelled, his voice fading as his body turned into pixels. "It’s the one thing they can't simulate! It’s the **First Memory**!"

When she saw me, everything about her shut down. She walked out the back exit. I followed into the rain. "Elara, wait. Please." She turned, her face unreadable. "What are you doing here?" "I had an accident. I have amnesia. I don't remember the last five years. I don't remember you, or us, or what happened. I just need to understand—" "You don't remember me?" Something in her voice made my chest ache. I shook my head. She laughed, but it sounded like breaking glass. "Of course you don't. That's perfect, actually. Poetic."

“But there’s one thing you both need to understand.” Nana held Cecilia’s hand. The girl sat weakly on the bed, looking at them with an empty gaze. “Your daughter has total amnesia. She doesn’t remember who she is, has no memory of her past, and she doesn’t even recognize her own name.” Nana immediately turned to Cecilia. “Sweetheart… you don’t remember anything at all?” Cecilia slowly shook her head. “I’m sorry, Mama… I really don’t remember anything.”

Athena lowered her hand that was clutching her head. Her vision gradually started to clear up. An adorable face appeared right in front of her. After taking a clear look, she realized that it was Vincent who stood before her. "Vincent? I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" Vincent's eyes were full of worry. "Ms. Athena, what happened to you just now?" Athena smiled bitterly and shook her head. "I have amnesia. I've been trying to regain my memory for a while now but I just can't seem to remember what happened in the past."

Instead, they exchanged wicked grins, watching me as if I were the victim of a pathetic prank. I silently clenched my fists. Chloe wiped the wine from her lips and sat up straight. “Does this make you uncomfortable, Serena? Oh, that’s right. You have amnesia. You must have forgotten that we always play like this at parties.” “There’s nothing to be uncomfortable about,” I replied, flashing Chloe a bright smile. This she-wolf—my supposed best friend—was now proudly wrapping her arms around Toby’s neck to mark her territory, entirely under the impression that my mind was blank.

Helene excuses herself once she's certain that things have been set straight between us, which I agree is quite important if I'll keep having her come around to check on my health and improvement. Not long after she leaves, I sit up and decide to pull the curtains open and get a view of outside. But there is a strange neighborhood staring back at me. Not the slightest familiarity, not the slightest remembrance. “Fuck!’’ I curse under my breath, sweeping the curtain close in frustration. Amnesia has to be the worst thing that would happen to anyone. I can't even recognise what my own neighborhood used to look like. Not the people I once knew, or the people I once loved.

“What is ‘it’?” Silence. That was her answer. Her pulse quickened. “Why can’t I see it?” “Because it doesn’t want you to.” Ariana’s stomach twisted. “No… I’m already here. It’s just a memory.” The girl didn’t respond. Ariana turned back to the glass. Focused. Pushing harder. “I need to see it.” And then— For a second— She did. Not clearly. Not fully. But enough. A shape. Wrong.