“I’m heading downstairs now. If you prefer not to raise your voice, just inform the bodyguard at the door,


    and he’ll ry the message, Frances offered before making her exit.


    Cherise hesitated for a moment before speaking up. “Actually… I do have a request.”


    Frances halted in her tracks, turning back to face Cherise. “What else can I assist you with?”


    “I need a piece of fabric.” Cherise exined, her brow wrinkling as she tried to recall the details of the


    ck satin cloth covering Damien’s eyes in her dream. “A piece of ck satin fabric with intricate dark


    patterns.” She gestured with her hands, indicating the desired dimensions. “About this size.”


    Frances’ heart skipped a beat as she processed Cherise’s request. The fabric she described… can it


    possibly be…


    “What’s wrong? Is there a problem?” Cherise inquired noticing Frances sudden silence.


    “Oh, no. No issue at all!” Frances quickly reassured her, shing a bright smile as she swung the door


    open. Tll fetch it for you right away!” It’s just a simple piece of ck fabric. It’spletely harmless,


    right? With that thought, Frances descended the stairs, making her way to the utility room to locate the


    requested item.


    After a thorough search, Frances finally located the ck fabric amidst the various spare pieces stored


    in the house, remnants from when Damien pretended to be blind five years prior. “Here you go,”


    Frances said, presenting the fabric to Cherise, who epted it with hands trembling uncontrobly. It


    was exactly as she had seen in her dream.


    Shortly after Cherise had finished her meal, Lucy made her entrance. “Damien’s keeping a close eye


    on you,” she remarked, opening the door and settling on the edge of Cherise’s bed. “When I arrived, I


    spotted someone lingering beneath a window of one of the rooms. It puzzled me initially-what could be


    the purpose of standing under a window? But now that I’m here, it’s clear. It’s your room.”


    With a swift motjon, Lucy opened the book she had brought andid it out before Cherise. From her


    pocket, she retrieved a box of cigarettes. “Mind if I indulge?” she inquired, to which Cherise shook her


    head. “Not at all.”


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    “Does Damien truly believe you’ve be invincible?” Lucy chuckled, crossing her legs and lighting a


    cigarette. “Even with amnesia, you’re not foolish enough to contemte a leap from a room at this


    height!” She pushed the book toward Cherise. Take a look.”


    Cherise furrowed her brow as she inspected the item before her, flipping through pages of the book.


    with a puzzled expression. “What’s all this?” she queried, the book revealing a collection of old


    photographs depicting a diverse array of individuals spanning various ages.


    “These are faces from your past,” Lucy replied casually, taking another drag from her cigarette. “I


    heard. you and Damien had a bit of a falling out?”


    “It’s rather unnecessary,” Lucy said, gracefully blowing smoke rings into the air. “Lately, Damien’s been


    preupied with you. Since you mentioned a desire to reim your memories, about a week ago, he


    began dispatching people to gather information from those who knew you. He’s been requesting any


    “Cherry, you’re twenty-five now,” Lucy remarked, her smile aloof. “In those twenty-five years, I’ve


    crossed paths with thousands of people. I thought it was an impossible feat, but Damien somehow


    managed to pull it off.” She produced several additional books from her bag nonchntly. The man’s


    utterly mad. He’s gathered photos of every person who has ever known you.


    As Cherise continued to leaf through the pages, her confusion lingered. “Will I… regain my memory by


    looking at these photos?” she inquired, searching for rity.


    “Of course not,” Lucy replied curtly.