**Chapter 1: Rebirth in Darkness**

I was consumed by an eternal silence, a void that had become my reality. My body, a canvas of agony, was wrapped in wet bandages, a meager attempt to soothe the inferno that had ravaged my skin. The memories of that fateful day were hazy, but the pain remained, a constant reminder of my father's cruelty. He had burned me, leaving me a charred and broken shell of a human being. The burns covered 100% of my body, a grotesque testament to his brutality. As I lay in the darkness, I was aware of the faint sounds of beeping machines and the soft rustling of hospital staff. But I couldn't see them. My eyes, once bright and full of life, were now empty sockets, blind and unseeing. The loss of sight was just one of the many cruel gifts my father had bestowed upon me. My mind, a jumbled mess of emotions and fears, was a prisoner of its own making. Severe autism spectrum disorder had rendered me hypersensitive to the world around me, every sound, every touch, a potential trigger for chaos. And then there was the separation anxiety, a festering wound that had never healed. My father had abandoned me as a newborn, leaving me to cry out in the darkness, alone and unloved. In this state of heightened vulnerability, I had found solace in regression. When the world became too much, I would retreat into the safety of infancy, a mental sanctuary where the burdens of adulthood were temporarily lifted. It was a coping mechanism, one that allowed me to survive the onslaught of stimuli that threatened to consume me. As I lay in the coma, my mind had retreated to the earliest memories of my life. I was a baby again, helpless and dependent on others for survival. And in this state, I was aware of a presence, a gentle soul who had taken it upon himself to care for me. Hange, my beloved boyfriend, the dragon emperor, and yakuza king, had created a sanctuary for me, a makeshift artificial womb that cradled my broken body. The hospital bed was warm and wet, mimicking the comforting confines of a mother's womb. I felt his magic at work, a soothing balm that calmed my frazzled nerves. He had built a nest, a barrier of protection that shielded me from the outside world. His dragon magic had created a cloak of invisibility, hiding me from unwanted eyes. And as I lay there, I was enveloped by the sound of a mother's heartbeat, a gentle rhythm that seemed to pulse through every cell of my body. Hange's hands, so gentle and reassuring, patted my back, mimicking the soothing motion of a mother's touch. His tail, a strange and wonderful appendage, acted as a breathing tube, supplying me with oxygen. I was aware of the warmth of his presence, the love that radiated from him like a beacon. My body, so ravaged by the burns, was beginning to heal. But the cost had been high. Both my legs had been amputated, leaving me a torso, a shell of a person. But even in this state, I was not alone. Hange had covered my amputated legs with warm, wet blankets, a tender gesture that spoke volumes of his love. As I lay there, surrounded by the trappings of a mother's love, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. For the first time in my life, I felt safe, protected from the cruel whims of the world. And in this sanctuary, I knew that I would find rebirth, a new beginning, one that would be free from the horrors of my past.