Some time earlier, Twilight had just finished a mission.
The sky blazed with the colors of sunset.
Twilight walked home in the twilight.
Suddenly, a voice surfaced in his heart:
"Twilight, look into my eyes."
"Father, forget me!"
Twilight heard that young voice calling again and again from deep within him:
"Father, forget me!"
"Father, forget me!"
Who was it? Whose voice was that?
Twilight grew ever more desperate to trace the voice inside him.
He racked his brain. What had he forgotten?
But whenever he touched the memory barrier Richie had placed in his mind, alarms rang in his head, followed by agonizing pain.
Twilight clutched his head in the street and gritted his teeth.
Who was it? Who was it?
Passersby turned to look. A kindhearted citizen approached, looking slightly concerned:
"Sir, are you all right?"
In that instant, Twilight felt his memories break out of a sealed space.
Agonizing pain!
Memories came roaring back!
They engulfed him!
Time seemed to stop at that moment, and space seemed to freeze.
Twilight remembered. He remembered everything.
As an accomplished spy, he could not draw this much attention on the street.
As though nothing had happened, he composed himself and offered a faint smile:
"Thank you for your concern. I'm fine."
With that, he pulled his hat brim down and hurried away.
The kindhearted citizen was baffled and wondered whether the man was a little unhinged.
Traffic flowed and people came and went. No one gave the little incident another thought.
In an alley, Twilight pressed a hand to his chest and murmured, "Richie, Richie..."
He remembered clearly how Richie had hypnotized him. He remembered clearly that Richie had come to see them before he died.
He had even asked Richie, "Have I met you before, little one?"
He