"Romeo, don't you recognize me?"
"A... Alina?" Romeo tentatively asked.
"Of course, it's me."
Alina thought for a moment and softly said, "My earliest memory is from when I was nine, you came to my house as a guest, and I secretly hid your thesis. You were so anxious you broke out in a sweat, and then I tricked you into thinking the cat ate it. You nearly fainted from panic until my father said the thesis weighed three pounds, and the cat only weighed seven pounds. If the weight didn't add up, the cat would have been wronged..."
"Alina!"
Romeo interrupted Alina emotionally, tears welling up in his eyes.
Only he, Mr. Carlo, and Alina were present for that incident. With Carlo dead, only Alina would know, so there was no mistake.
"How... how did you end up here?"
Alina's smile gradually faded as she replied slowly, "It's a long story."
