Dared's vision blurred as he opened his eyes.
"What... what's that?" he muttered in confusion.
His gaze sharpened—and then his eyes shrank in horror. Space folded before him, and a memory surfaced like a projection. He didn't need to think twice. He recognized it instantly.
It was one of his own... a memory from when he was a child—when he suffered.
His mind shattered as he recalled what had happened. He saw his younger self being molested. His fists clenched in rage and shame. But he was merely an observer—watching everything unfold from a godlike, detached point of view.
The pain was unbearable.
He wanted to rush forward… to save himself.
He felt it—like if he tried, he might actually change this.
But then—
"Sigh… Really? The past is the past. I can't change it… Have I forgotten I'm in a trial?" Dared whispered to himself, forcing his heart to calm.
