Alaric
Seo-jun. Do you remember who that is?
Nico's words resounded in my head as I tried so hard to remember where I had heard it or why it sounded so familiar.
The word felt like a ghost scratching at the back of my mind, an itch I couldn't scratch.
I racked my brain trying to connect the name to a face, a memory, anything, but my mind remained a total blank. There was only one person who could find out who that was.
Only one entity trapped inside my skull who had access to the secrets I had buried deep down.
As soon as I entered the bathroom, I locked the door behind me with a harsh click. I turned around and stared directly into the mirror, pointing my finger aggressively toward the polished glass.
"I know that you are somewhere here and you can hear me, so come out right now and speak to me!" I began.
No response.
The empty restroom remained completely silent, the only sound being the distant, muffled roar of the stadium crowd outside.
