The Treasure Hall
The day was rainy. The redhead boy was sitting on a bench in one of the inner parks of the academy, watching the rain fall. His thoughts were confused, and his dreams had shaken him too much to ignore them. Moreover, if he were to return to his dormitory now, there was the risk of giving in and going after Sara, who would probably never refuse his advances. However, he was reserving himself as much as possible to not succumb to his desires, especially if it meant corrupting one of the virtues.
Though he seemed fine, every day the dreams had been worsening. With each passing day, more traumatic memories emerged, and it was driving him crazy.
Not just crazy, but possessed. He wanted to find out what happened in his past life, what led him to travel to this land?
His questions always boiled down to just one.
"Who am I?"