**Chapter 1: Rebirth in Darkness**

I was lost in a world of nothingness, my body ravaged by the cruel hands of my abusive father. The memories of that fateful day were etched in my mind like a scar, a constant reminder of the pain and suffering I had endured. My body, once whole and vibrant, was now a canvas of burns, covering 100% of my skin. The wet bandages that wrapped around me felt like a suffocating shroud, weighing me down with every labored breath. As I lay in a deep coma, my mind was a jumbled mess of fragmented thoughts and emotions. I was born with severe autism spectrum disorder, making me hypersensitive to every stimulus around me. The world was a cacophony of sounds, sights, and smells that overwhelmed my fragile senses. But in this state, I was numb, shielded from the crushing weight of reality. My eyes, once bright and full of life, were now nothing more than empty sockets, blind to the world around me. The left one was 99% blind, and the right one was completely sightless. My mind recoiled at the thought of my dad's abandonment when I was just a newborn baby, leaving me with severe separation anxiety that lingered like a festering wound. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, my mind sought solace in age regression. I became a newborn baby, helpless and dependent on others for survival. It was a coping mechanism, a desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming stimuli that threatened to consume me. In this state, I was aware of only one person – Hange, my beloved boyfriend and the dragon emperor. He was also the yakuza king, a figure of power and authority, but to me, he was my safe haven, my shelter from the storm. Hange's presence was like a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves. He created a makeshift artificial womb around me, a warm and wet cocoon that mimicked the comfort of my mother's womb. The hospital bed was transformed into a nest, a sanctuary that cradled me in its gentle curves. With a flick of his wrist, Hange conjured a barrier around us, a shield of dragon magic that repelled unwanted eyes. He cloaked my nest, making it invisible to the world outside. The sound of a mother's heartbeat filled the air, a steady beat that seemed to synchronize with Hange's own. As I lay in this womb-like state, Hange's tail wrapped around me, acting as a breathing tube, supplying me with oxygen. His shadow stretched out like a feeding tube, nourishing me with the sustenance I needed. His hands moved with a gentle precision, changing my diaper with a care that was both soothing and intimate. The warmth of his touch was a balm to my battered soul. His fingers wiped away the dirt and grime, and his hands placed a new diaper on me with a softness that was almost maternal. I felt a sense of security, of being protected and cared for, that I had never known before. My legs, once whole and strong, were now amputated stumps, covered in warm wet blankets that seemed to ease the pain of their loss. Hange's dragon magic worked its wonders, healing my severe burns, and I felt a sense of rebirth, of emerging from a chrysalis of pain and suffering into a world of hope and possibility. In this nest of love and care, I was free to heal, to grow, and to rediscover myself. And as I lay here, surrounded by Hange's love and protection, I knew that I was safe, that I was home.