Memory Dissolve

Synopsis

Lately, I’ve been having sex without knowing it.

I could have sworn we were just having a normal conversation, but then I’d realize I was in the middle of having sex.

…I can’t tell anyone about this. Especially not my family.

“It appears you have Dissociative Identity Disorder.”

Another, bolder version of me living inside my mind….

Who is the one who created this personality?

“Someone’s watching me…?”

“A stalker?”

“But who could it possibly be…?”