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All his life, Cilix Trimaran felt as if something's been missing, a hole in his being that cannot be filled even if he tried to. He chalked it up to his broken memory. There were pieces, bits of the past that he can't seem to remember however hard he tried. Memories close enough to reach, but vague enough that it kept slipping past his fingers like smoke. And then there was Oleah. Oleah Marquis was a model student. She was powerful, excelled in whatever task she put herself into, a woman of many talents. But her cold disposition and blank stares grate something in Cilix that he can't put his finger onto. There was something in those eyes that seems to call out to him. He just have to find out, doesn't he? Good thing his group of misfits accidentally uncovered a conspiracy in the ministry and seem to want to initiate an anarchy. Good riddance, in Cilix's humble opinion.