'Did you forget me, Omega...?' A familiar voice hissed lowly by Neveah's ears.
The voice sounded so close, so horrifyingly close that Neveah could feel his breath on the side of her face, and her senses were invaded with his scent, a scent Neveah thought she had forgotten, but in this moment, it was suddenly so vivid.
That voice was one Neveah wished she could forget, never to cross her memories or intertwine with her existence again, but here it was again...
And try as Neveah might, she could not prevent the chill of terror that ran down her spine or the terror that gripped her heart.
Even when Neveah knew she was not the same person as she used to be, even when she knew she was no longer one that could be a victim or prey to anyone,