(I had posted an incomplete chapter yesterday. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I have corrected the chapter)
"The last time I heard that voice was when I left home as a kid."
"Back up," Frayer interrupted. "You left home? As in, you left for your studies? Or you ran away?"
"It doesn't matter," I mumbled, though the answer was obvious. "Anyway. I don't know who the guy actually is, but I was captured by some men that night. They were planning to sell me as a slave, I think. And I was drugged during that time, so I'm not really sure, but I did recognise that voice from that night."
"We'll have to address your past, because there's way too many abnormalities in that explanation," Frayer frowned. "But the main point right now, is how are you sure that it's the same voice?"
"Because I
