Aria
I'm tired of the darkness.
That's the first thought I have when my heavy lidded eyes push themselves open.
It's a struggle to keep them open, but I try harder, until I'm blinking rapidly under the dim light.
The second thought I have is that I'm in a moving vehicle again.
But this time, I don't know where I'm going to, and this worries me the most.
I have a faint memory of being dragged from the rogue pack, being thrown in a dungeon, and being beaten by the dungeon guards.
A ripple passes through my body when all these memories surge forward, and I almost regret trying to recall them.
I remember using the shadows Kaidën gave me to try and fight the guards, and to protect Rachel.
Rachel?
I hope she's doing well now.
The third thought I have is clearer than the rest.
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