Alex was seriously confused.
His head spun as he tried to make sense of what was happening to him right now.
'Where… the hell am I? What is this place? And why does everything feel so… wrong?'
Suddenly, the golden-haired lady stepped toward him. Her graceful steps made the campfire's light flicker, and when she came close enough, her hand gently brushed over his hair, her fingers tracing his scalp.
"Are you alright?" she asked softly.
For some strange reason… Alex didn't feel like pushing her away.
That, in itself, was even stranger. Normally, he would have instantly swatted away any stranger's touch—especially someone this suspicious. And yet… here, now, he simply let her be.
She studied his face carefully, her golden eyes narrowing slightly.
"It doesn't seem like you have a fever… so what happened? Do you not remember any of us?"
Before Alex could answer, Ethan suddenly spoke from across the fire, his voice calm but laced with meaning.
