I don't know how, but suddenly I found myself walking aimlessly into the dark.
It was a void where nothing could be seen, nothing could be heard, nothing could be smelled, and nothing could be felt... except for...
"What are you?" I shot the question into the emptiness as my fingers sunk into it.
Everything has a certain texture, it has too. It glided through my fingers like pure silk, yet it fell as if cool water was running down my skin, completely weightless. It has the brightest colour in my world resembling the warmth of the sun. I guess, that is what they call 'Light'.
Unless I perish into thin air someday, I could hold on to it for an eternity...
Then, a familiar name slipped out of my subconscious before I knew it.
"Aurelia!"
The sudden syllables slipped through my lips, a sudden, crushing pain emerged from the insides of my chest. It felt as if my heart was being clenched tightly with an agonizing emotion called 'Guilt'.
Instantly, my world began to darken once again as it was disappearing— the light! Aurelia!
"...A-Aurelia!" This time it was a desperate shout in an attempt to be able to feel her presence for a bit longer, but I failed.
Yet I called for her again, my voice filled with longing, "Aurelia..."
Clanggg! It was a sharp ringing sound— the friction of two metals striking together. But I saw nothing. Then, another voice cut through the echo. It was soft, entirely calm, and utterly detached.
"...You called for her again."
I turned toward the direction of the sound. My eyelids fluttered, blinking against a sudden, aggressive spike of brightness as a blurry, fragmented silhouette began to form. It looked exactly like Seraphina.
"Seraphina?" I breathed.
"It's Sarah," she clarified.
Sarah? There's no Sarah among anyone I knew?!
Confusion swirled in my mind. But all the confusions began to clear out as things seemed clearer as the light seeped into my eyes. Unlike the magnificent chambers implying royalty I remember sleeping, but an elegant minimalist white room. I found myself resting on a stylish looking exceptionally comfortable seat.
Indoor plants occupied every corner of the room, injecting sterile green into the pristine white. In front of me stood a woman resembling Seraphina wearing a long white coat. She had that same unbothered, composed expression, but she seems to be in her 30's unlike Seraphina.
My eyes adjusted further to a small, silver identification batch she had pinned on her white coat. I read the texts aloud, my voice sounding raw and unfamiliar to my own ears.
"Doctor Sarah Sinclair?"
"Yes." She replied, her tone perfectly measured. "How are you feeling right now? Have you completely come to your senses? Tell me, what is your name?"
I frowned, wondering why she was asking for my name after speaking so casually to me just moment before.
"I-It's Alistair Rhys Emilian of Rothbury," I replied. The words felt heavy, but a sudden, terrifying wave of uncertainty hit me, making me doubt my own answer.
Hearing my response, Doctor Sinclair paused for a fraction of a second. Her composure didn't break. And simply offered a polished, professional smile, shook her head in a gentle denial and firmly corrected me.
"...You are Adrian Vance."