"So that's when you slipped into the dream."
Mana's tone was flat, almost clinical, "Slipped in?" she echoed.
He took a step back and said, "Nope..
You… saved me from that dream."
Mana lifted one brow. "Hmm ... Looks like you wanted that dream to continue."
Tyler's cheeks flushed a little. Probably the aftermath of dream. He ran a hand through his hair. "Those three girls —who were they, really? They felt like somebody I used to know."
"They weren't girls," Mana corrected, folding her arms. " They were probably parasitic shadows, like a type of Evil Spirits— entities that forge themselves from fragments of a person's subconscious. Their tactic is elegant and cruel: weave false intimacy from stolen memories, then use that intimacy as a hook."
"How do you know?" Tyler asked.
"I have studied them in the Academy library. As a spirit, I should have knowledge of other Spirits." Mana said.
"Yeah... cool." Then Tyler frowned. "You mean they built themselves from my memories?"
