"Lynch, where on earth have you been!"
Lynch actually wanted to ask himself this question. He only felt the world spinning before inexplicably ending up in an abandoned house. The black robe grasped his hand and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"I don't really like crowded places, and you seem to have decided not to like people at all." He said, coughing, "What exactly forced you to seal your own memories?"
"I don't know."
"You will tell me," the black robe said. "By doing this, we will be even."
"Owe what? Ah!!..." Before Lynch could finish his words, an indescribable pain exploded in his mind. It felt as if the black-robed mage had thrust his five fingers into Lynch's head, causing him to collapse, and he blacked out.
The black-robed mage took a vial of green potion from his pocket and slowly poured it down. Then he began to recite a complex spell with full concentration.
