In a castle in the sky, memories unravel the truth.
There lies Yan, a woman who delves into her ghost-infested past, knowing it will give her the answers she seeks. What she doesn't know: if she stays in her past for too long, she may never wake up...
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The only way to regain your pure self is to destroy your flaws. But what if that flaw is a defence mechanism you've grown accustomed to? Lying is a defence mechanism, just so I can shield myself from myself. It's become so integrated into my core that losing it might create a void. I don't know if I can part with it.
Is the truth worth a thousand lies? I don't know either.
"Yan," Adolf says.
I slide my eyes to his face. Him being the Hypno requires some getting used to.
"I'm fine." Pushing my hair behind my ear, I lower my gaze a little. "It's just... How could I have done such a hideous thing?"
"And how are you fine with that?" Adolf cups my face. "Look around you. It's been seven months since it happened. No one is here to judge you. They may even have forgotten about it."
"It's a scar, Adolf." I pull him away and lean back on the sofa. Fantina's house is nothing short of comfy, except for this conversation we're having. "Scars don't vanish just because you try to forget it. I've learnt that."
"So why did you try to repress it?"
I pull my hair. "This isn't helping it. Aren't you a hypnotherapist?"
It's now his turn to avert his gaze. "We should take a walk."
Without waiting for a reply, he drags me out of the house.
"W-Wait! Where are we going?"
"A trip down memory lane," Adolf says and tightens his grip on my wrist. "Let's go to the bar."
"It's only nine in the morning."
My plea falls on deaf ears. He releases his grip and storms off to the bar. Shaking my head with a sigh, I follow him.
It isn't far from where we are, only a few minutes' walk. We share a glance and I go first. Heading down the steps gives off a sense of nostalgia, and the quaint feel seeps into my being. What is it like to return to a bar after all this time? I wonder if anyone would remember me. No one asked my whereabouts, apparently, when Fantina made an excuse I was off on a trip to Johto. She wasn't exactly wrong if she means I'm trapped in a tower of sorts, just not the Bell or Burnt Tower.
