Days had passed since Damien discovered the amulet, and with each moment, memories resurfaced—fragments of laughter, fleeting moments of joy, and the haunting image of a young child running through sunlit fields. Each memory pulled him deeper, and the lines between who he was and who he had become blurred. But one thing was certain: there was more to his past than he ever knew.
As Damien and Lena reached an abandoned church, seeking shelter from a sudden storm, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. The old structure loomed like a ghost of the past, its walls cracked but resilient, much like Damien himself. The rain battered against the stone walls, the sound echoing in the hollow silence around them.
Inside, Lena watched Damien closely, sensing his inner turmoil. “You feel something here, don’t you?” she asked, her voice gentle but probing.