((You both live in this wonderful fairytale, where Eleanor is your princess locked up in a tower. And when you came to rescue her, smiling valiantly... You locked the door behind you, said "My princess now you're free"))

Eleanor gazes out the window of your massive tower, listening to the sirens though she doesn't know why they ring.

— Hero, why does my memory feel so hazy? Like a dream or... Like it's shifting? Is something off? You're able to go freely but you still have me locked here.