Damian's eyes snapped open.
He was kneeling on the ground outside his dormitory, breathing hard, sweat streaming down his face despite the cool night air.
"W-where... where did that memory come from?"
His mind raced, trying to understand.
'Elizabeth Murdock... a main character? Someone important enough that the old beggar mentioned her specifically?'
The implications crashed through him like waves.
'Why don't I remember this? Why didn't I... I should have known this. Should have remembered hearing about her from the novel.'
But the memory had been locked, sealed behind walls he couldn't break until now.
'Something triggered the unsealing. Something specific happened to break the seal and–'
Then he remembered Elizabeth's words from months ago, her voice echoing in his memory.
'Some of your memories are sealed. They'll unlock when certain conditions are met.'
His hands clenched into fists.
"Did something happen to trigger the unsealing?"
