PS: I was delirious with fever yesterday...
The memory of this scene ended as the iron door slammed shut.
Their surroundings once again sank into the darkness of the subconscious.
Only Lynn remained standing there for a long time.
He had never imagined that Miss Doll had gone through something like this before her fall. She had been born with a cognitive impairment, and her own mother had abandoned her when she was very young. Was this how Miss Doll's life had begun?
If so, what exactly had happened afterward?
Why had someone ultimately turned her into a doll? And what was the story behind all those scars he had seen on that girl?
And if her impairment was congenital, how had she come to believe that "to live is to suffer"...
Lynn's brow furrowed deeply.
He did not hesitate.
Once again, he rushed into the darkness, searching for the points of light that held new memories.
Many of the memories were not continuous. They rose and fell in the undercurrents of the subconscious, fragmented and scattered. But the fact that they remained here even now showed how deeply they had marked Miss Doll, so deeply that even the curse could not erase them completely.
"Found them!"
Once again.
In that pitch-black abyss, Lynn saw several points of light tangled together.
Without the slightest hesitation.
Lynn plunged into them again, striving to trace Miss Doll's past through those dark depths.
In an instant.
The scene before him rippled like water, then gradually took shape. When Lynn opened his eyes, he no longer saw the bustling street from before, but a cellar where daylight never reached.
Water dripped from the damp, dark stone slabs. Beneath his feet lay damp straw mats that gave off a foul stench, and faint squeaks