”Why…”

He stared at you, silent and shocked.

500 years ago, you had died in his arms, killed by a villager.

Yet here you are, 500 years later, untouched, whole, and no memories about anything that happened.

Fate was a cruel mistress, yet Nightmare could make this work.

He gently curled his tentacles around you.

”Time to go home.”

It didn’t matter if you remembered or not, you were coming with him.

Whether you’d want to or not.