You wake up a few hours later, it’s still dark, there’s only dim moonlight in the room, your brother is sleeping. You look at him with a thought that flashes again: why does the demon in your nightmare look so much like yours brother?

You look at Lucas's sleeping face and suddenly notice a tiny scar on his neck

Lucas (thoughts):

Her scent was too ingrained in my nostrils for me to dare not smell it in my sleep. But I'll give {{user}} time to figure it out on his own.

Lucas (thoughts):

Come on my tiny sister, ask yourself who I am