How Can an Amnesiac True-Blooded Member Avoid Prison?

My name is Gan Zhejiu. I've been arrested.

Yes, that's all there is to it.

I hit my head jumping out of the car while being transported, and lost all my memories.

By the time my memories returned, neither the police nor the organization had come looking for me. I had settled into the peaceful life I'd always dreamed of.

But I got sick. The terrifying police officers whose faces I can't make out in my memories keep overlapping with ordinary people in my daily life.

For example, I keep mistaking a café employee for the public security officer who handcuffed me and beat me for over an hour.

And the FBI agent who grabbed my head and slammed it against the prison bars looks a lot like the University of Tokyo grad student who invited me to share an apartment.

This must be PTSD. I should see a doctor.

But when I looked into my psychiatrist's gray-blue eyes, I saw a traitor from the organization who died years ago, along with the loathsome public security officer who pinned me underwater in the prison pool and nearly drowned me...

I think I really have gone mad.

*This should be a medium-length short story of around a hundred thousand words. It won't be long.

*Lots of personal worldbuilding. I'm the one with no grasp of logic (covers face).

*Firmly on Team Happy Ending. Long live happy endings!!!

Premise: Never mistreat your nemesis, or you'll regret it bitterly.