"Lost One," Alvin muttered.
His eyes locked onto Alvida as he asked his second question.
"What's his goal?"
Alvida shook her head. "I don't know."
"Why did he choose me?"
"I don't know."
"Where is he?"
"I don't know."
"Who is he?"
"I don't know."
Alvin's fists clenched, frustration leaking into his voice. "Then what the hell do you know?"
Alvida smiled faintly. "I know many things... but not much about him."
Alvin's gaze sharpened. "Then how were you able to meet him?"
Alvida looked away briefly, then answered, "To be honest, I can't contact him. He contacts me."
She turned back, eyes steady.
"He appears in my reflections—water, mirrors... anything that shows me."
Her tone dropped slightly.
"His entire body was like a shadow. But his eyes... his eyes were golden."
Alvin's breath caught as a memory surfaced—two and a half years ago, during his stay in the Black Forest.
