I held out my hand, showing her the mark—a crossed-out pupil.
"Woah, when did you get a tattoo?" Claire leaned in, eyes wide with curiosity. "I didn't think you were this type of person."
She tilted her head, smiling. "If you ever got a tattoo, I'd expect something like… a scientific formula or something."
"I just didn't expect it to be this," she continued in a bubbly tone. "Something so… pfft."
She laughed in an almost joking manner
I stared at her, stunned. Then I looked back at my hand.
Cold sweat prickled my skin.
The mark… it had changed.
It wasn't the crossed-out eye I remembered. It had shifted… into the shape of a person.
"N-no… this isn't right!" I shouted.
"What do you mean?" Claire asked, tilting her head.
"Th-the mark… i-it changed," I stammered.
"You mean the tattoo?"
"Y-yeah! It was supposed to be a crossed-out eye!"
"Huh?" She frowned. "Are you sure you weren't hallucinating again?"
"Again?" My stomach dropped. "What do you mean, again?"
"Oh, that," she said casually, almost teasing. "You used to hallucinate a lot before your memory loss. Honestly… it was kind of a turn-off." She smiled softly. "Anyway, I won't bother you anymore. Rest well, my dear husband."
She disappeared into the shadows without looking back.
I clenched my fist, staring at the mark. The crossed-out eye was gone… replaced by this figure. And I remembered—I remembered exactly what it looked like before.
Only I could see the difference. Only I knew it had changed.
This- this is definitely a clue
Yes, a real clue to the truth.