“Where… Am I?” She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt unusually heavy. Her whole head felt strange, out of balance in some way. She tried to upright herself, but her body was firmly strapped to the bench. Her leg stung with pain, yet seemed unwilling to do anything.

“Good morning Ferran. You’re at the house. I’ve treated your leg, I accidentally hurt you during our last training session. They will likely heal if you try to keep still.” She could see Farsilden standing by a table, working something with his hands.

“But… We weren’t training… We were infiltrating this house somewhere…”

“Nonsense. You’ve dreamt it. From what I can tell, your dreams tend to be rather violent and disturbing.”

“That’s true… Where are the others?”

“Out doing their own missions… They will return shortly I’m sure. For now, I’ll inject you with some pain relief and medication… Lie still.”

She nodded and immediately after, in rapid succession, felt six needles penetrate her skin. Farsilden worked swiftly and soon, the pain seemed to disappear.

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“Listen to me Ferran.” She blinked. He repeated his sentence, and this time, her mind began to mindlessly go along, his last words echoing in her mind and all other senses dulling.

“I hurt you by accident during training. Your thigh will be fine soon…”

She repeated his every word, and as she did, they seemed to somehow stick inside her mind. She could remember them perfectly, and some unclear, extremely vague mental images disappeared completely.

“You know nothing of a girl named Evelyn.”

“Evelyn?”

“You have four siblings, that are busy right now, you desire to protect them, and serve your mistress Elistin with your whole being. Her words are command.”

She nodded lazily, and whatever dismissive thoughts she had been considering had completely evaporated. All she could hear was his voice, and the information he was passing on to her. Like clouds, the truth began covering up all the vague memories and dreams.

“Finally, … The boy you killed in the dungeon. He was nothing but a common criminal, and he never mentioned his name. Do you understand everything so far?”

She nodded. Her head felt clearer now, and she could see everything he had said shine before her very eyes. “I don’t remember his name…”

“That is for the best. Who are you?”

“I am Ferran. Elistin is my mistress, you are the butler. I don’t remember any detail of my missions.”

“Good Ferran… Now rest.” She felt a sting in her neck, and as she fell into the darkness once again, her last words echoed in her fleeting mind.