A BLACK MOON KNIGHT

Evan stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie with meticulous care. His fair skin and short brown hair framed his face, his delicate features reflecting a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Tonight was the night he had been waiting for—a night he had planned for months. He was going to propose to his girlfriend, Yoona, and nothing could dampen his spirits.

"Bro, are you sure about this?" Jaxon's voice broke through Evan's thoughts, filled with confusion and concern. He stood in the doorway, his eyes fixed on the diamond ring in Evan's hand.

Evan turned to face his brother, a determined smile playing on his lips. "What do you think?" he replied, holding up the ring.

Jaxon sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Take it easy, bro. It's too early for you. You're just 28 right now."

Evan paused, the comb hovering over his hair. He glanced at the ring, his eyes softening. "It doesn't matter if I'm 28 or 38. I really love her, Jaxon. You know I've been preparing for this moment for a long time."

Jaxon remained silent, his expression a mix of resignation and unease. He didn't want to dampen his brother's special night but couldn't shake off his apprehensions.

Sensing Jaxon's reluctance, Evan lightly punched his brother's back and said, "Don't think too much. Just trust my decision."

With a final check of the time, Evan rushed out of the house, his heart pounding with anticipation. The city lights glittered like stars, casting a magical glow over the streets. He rehearsed his proposal speech in his mind, imagining Yoona's radiant smile.

Evan drove through the bustling city, heading towards the park where he planned to propose. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the hum of life and the promise of something beautiful. But as he neared his destination, the world around him suddenly plunged into darkness. The car's steering and lights stopped working, leaving him in a blind panic.

"What the...?" Evan muttered, gripping the wheel tightly. Before he could react, a blinding light enveloped him, followed by a deafening crash. His world spiraled into an abyss, and everything went black.

When Evan regained consciousness, he was surrounded by the sterile smell of a hospital room. The beeping of machines filled his ears, and a warm, unfamiliar sensation enveloped him. Panic surged through him as he sat up, his eyes darting around the room. He spotted a small mirror on the bedside table and froze when he saw the reflection.

A girl stared back at him, her features delicate and unfamiliar. Evan's heart raced as he touched his face, feeling the softness of her skin and the gentle slope of her nose. His sense of identity shattered, replaced by a wave of disorientation and fear.

"What is happening?" he whispered, his voice trembling.

He stood up on shaky legs, grabbing onto the bedframe for support. The girl's body felt alien, her limbs unfamiliar. A hazy memory of the car accident surfaced in his mind, but the details were elusive. He stumbled towards the mirror, his eyes locked on the girl's reflection, searching for answers.

The door to the hospital room swung open, and a nurse walked in with a warm smile. "Good morning, Sara," she said cheerfully. "How are you feeling today?"

Evan's eyes widened in panic. The nurse thought he was a girl named Sara. He didn't know what to say or how to react. Was this a twisted dream, or was he trapped in this girl's body? The uncertainty suffocated him, and he felt like he was drowning.

With a shaking voice, Evan managed to stammer out a single word: "Who...?"

The nurse's smile faltered, and she looked at him with concern. "Sara, do you remember what happened?" she asked gently.

Evan's mind raced with questions and fears. He knew he had to communicate with the nurse, but the words caught in his throat. "I...I don't know," he whispered.

The nurse gently patted his shoulder. "It's okay, Sara. It's not uncommon to have memory loss after a traumatic accident. Just try to relax, and we'll take care of you."

Evan felt a crushing sense of despair as the nurse walked away, leaving him feeling helpless and alone. He needed to convince her that he wasn't Sara, but every time he tried to speak, the words seemed to get stuck. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

As he lay there, pieces of his old life surfaced—his name, Evan, his age, 28, and his love for Yoona. But none of it matched the life the nurse described. The confusion was suffocating.

The nurse returned with a doctor, a middle-aged man with a kind face. "Hello, Sara," the doctor said, looking at Evan with concern. "I hear you're having trouble remembering things. That's not uncommon after a traumatic accident like yours."

Evan took a deep breath, hoping the doctor would listen. "I'm not Sara," he said, his voice shaking. "My name is Evan, and I'm a man. I don't know what's going on, but I'm not who you think I am."

The doctor exchanged a concerned glance with the nurse. "Sara, sometimes trauma can cause confusion. We're here to help you. Let's take it one step at a time."

Evan's frustration grew. He needed them to understand, but how could he make them see the truth when he was trapped in this girl's body? His mind raced with possibilities, and he realized he would have to find another way to prove his identity.