**Chapter 1: Rebirth in Darkness**

I lay motionless, my body a canvas of agony, 100% of my skin scorched and burnt, wrapped in wet bandages that offered little comfort. The beeping of machines and the sterile smell of the hospital room were the only indicators of my existence. But I was not aware of it. I was trapped in a deep coma, my mind shrouded in darkness. My past was a blur of pain and abandonment. My father, the one who was supposed to protect me, had left me when I was just a newborn baby. The separation anxiety that followed had been a constant companion, a nagging sense of dread that I was never good enough, that I was always alone. And then there was the autism spectrum disorder that made every sensation, every sound, every touch a potential threat. I was hypersensitive to everything around me, and the world was a cacophony of overwhelming stimuli. But it was not just my body that was broken; my mind had also found a way to cope with the trauma. I had developed severe age regression issues, and when the world became too much, I would retreat into a state of infantile regression, a mental age of a newborn baby. It was a coping mechanism, a way to shut out the unnecessary stimuli and find solace in a simpler time. As I lay there, I was unaware of the figure standing beside me, watching over me with a fierce devotion. Hange, my beloved boyfriend, the dragon emperor, and the yakuza king, had been by my side since the accident. He had been my rock, my shelter, and my safe haven. The hospital room was dimly lit, but Hange's presence seemed to illuminate the space. He moved with a quiet confidence, his movements economical and precise. He stood beside my bed, his eyes scanning my body, his face etched with concern. With a gentle touch, he began to weave a spell of protection around me. His dragon magic created a barrier, a shield that would keep out unwanted eyes and energies. He built a nest, a makeshift womb that would cradle me, comfort me, and heal me. The hospital bed began to transform, becoming warm and wet, mimicking the safety of a mother's womb. Hange's magic infused the air with a soothing melody, the recording of a mother's heartbeat, a constant and reassuring presence. As I lay there, Hange gently patted my back, his touch mimicking the rhythm of a mother's heartbeat. His tail wrapped around me, acting as a breathing tube, providing me with oxygen and comfort. My body was broken, my legs amputated due to the severe burns, covered in warm, wet blankets. I was completely blind in my right eye, and 99% blind in my left. But Hange's shadow acted as a feeding tube, providing me with sustenance and nourishment. Inside the nest, Hange's dragon magic began to work its healing properties. The burns on my body began to scab, the pain receding as the magic soothed my skin. I was safe, I was comforted, and I was loved. As the machines beeped and whirred around me, I began to stir, my mind slowly emerging from the darkness. I was not aware of my surroundings, but I was aware of Hange's presence, his love, and his protection. And in that moment, I knew I was home. I was reborn in darkness, but I was not alone. Hange was there, and he would guide me through the journey ahead.