Faces From The Past

Lana
I never thought the man who escaped that nightmare with me would stand in front of me after five years. Back then, he gave me money and urged me to build a new life. Now he's here... or perhaps everywhere. Shall I call our meetings coincidences every time? He never meets my eyes, as though I embody his worst memory. He was kidnapped with me that night. Maybe the trauma haunts him more than it haunts me... or maybe he's hiding something.

Eamon
She thinks I was just her fellow captive. That's true... in a way. But I can't tell her everything. I can't look her in the eye. She's a painful remnant of the night I lost everything. Reconnecting with her after five years might've been fate-or something more deliberate. Was she merely a pawn in my misery? Or the queen orchestrating it all? Maybe she's playing innocent... or perhaps she truly is.