Lily sipped her tea. She was silent for a moment and closed her eyes as flashes of memory like a roll of film swirled in her head. A past glimpse of who had just washed the ceramic cup she was holding, then who else had previously worn the cup.

"Please stop," Lily closed her eyes.

Her head felt heavy now. A flash of memories that had just flashed felt like someone had hit her head from behind.

"I think I'm nearing death. I'm getting crazier now." Again, Lily murmured.

Looking at the clock on the wall of the café, she sitting there hadn't been ten minutes, and her body felt tired as if she had been sitting there all day.

"I can go crazy for a long time," Lily muttered, closing her eyes. Her hands clenched into fists trying to distract her thoughts that had been mixed with various flashes of memory for the sake of foreign memory who knew who.

Lily wasn't strange, but a crazy girl who was often fanciful. She is just an ordinary girl with a part-time job between her busy college activities for two months. But now it is no longer, precisely after she was declared to have leukemia which was already quite severe. Lily decides to quit college and undergo treatment intensely after her father asks.

She could no longer think rationally since that flash of memory came to her. No one could explain why flashes of many people's pasts hit Lily. The doctor who handled it gave the assumption that it was just a hallucination because of Lily's excessive worry because of her illness.

"Lily?"

Lily turned her head. A smile is now present when she sees the person who is the reason she is in the café now coming along with the young man— Lily doesn't know whose name it is— who now directly orders a drink and takes his place in the corner of the café.

Sadie, a woman she has known since entering the hospital. The affectionate woman who had been her friend for two months and was the reason for her could be sure of surviving.

"You've been waiting for a long time?" asked Sadie as she sat in an empty seat near Lily.

Lily squeezed a smile. "No, my tea hasn't cooled down either."

"How are you? I'm sorry I haven't visited you this week; I have important work to complete."

"I don't know. It seems that this is the last time we can meet. I was getting less and less able to control my pain, having frequent nosebleeds, and being more severe than usual. And flashes of memories are getting more and more disturbing to me. Does leukemia also affect a person's psychology? I'm going crazy for continuing to look at other people's pasts."

Sadie did not answer Lily's narration. The girl with long black hair looked pale; even her eyes looked dim enough to illustrate how much Lily was indeed feeling and enduring extreme pain.

"How obvious is the flash of visible memory, Lily?" asked Sadie quietly.

Lily didn't answer immediately, her eye beads moving a little uneasy—especially after the flash memory hit her mind again.

"I don't know. What is clear is that this is very painful." Lily pressed her head firmly. The pain in her head increased, and Sadie could now see blood coming out of Lily's nose.

Panic. Sadie now approached Lily with a face that adequately described worry.

"Lily, are you okay? Lily?" called Sadie as she held both of Lily's shoulders.

Lily didn't answer; the pain in her head increased. Only her eyes were now looking at Sadie with a look that could be regarded as confusion. The flash of memory quickly spun in her head as Sadie held it.

Her ears were ringing, and there was a howling sound.

"Argh!"

Lily groaned, grabbing her hair. Sadie was still calling her name over there, trying to calm Lily, who looked in pain but couldn't.

"Sadie, help me..." lily Lily said with teary eyes.

The impact of memory attacked her again, this time accelerating. Lily groaned, grabbing her hair firmly, the blood coming out of her nose also getting more and more.

After a few seconds of those painful moans, Lily collapsed in Sadie's arms.

Several people in the café are now approaching, trying to give help, including the young man sitting in the corner of the café.

"Take Lily to the car," Sadie asked for help from the young man who had come with her.

The young man Sadie asked for nodded slowly, about to get closer to Lily.

"You didn't call an ambulance?" a woman asked Sadie, holding the young man's footsteps.

"No need," Sadie replied shortly, her eyes now looking at the young man she had asked to take Lily with, coded enough to make the young man tackle the already unconscious Lily. Sadie followed him behind, then opened her car door.

More and more blood came out of Lily's nose. Her heartbeat also felt weak.

"She's dying," Sadie said, holding Lily in the head.

Jacob—the name of the young man just now— who was in the wheel seat turned his head. "Should we take her to the hospital?" asked Jacob to Sadie.

"It's a waste. Lily is dying, and she will die when she gets to the hospital."

"Then how—"

"Take her to the house. Only Aaron can cure her." Sadie followed Jacob's question.

"But Aaron hasn't stabilized. He is getting more aggressive and can't control his power. What if he harms Lily?" denied Jacob.

"Take her to the house."

Her voice sounded so firm and commanding. Her eyes, which had been brown, had now turned into a bright electric blue.

Jacob lowered his head spontaneously. His eyes flashed golden before finally returning to normal.

"As your wish, Your Majesty."

And after saying that respectful sentence, Jacob is now running Sadie's black car. Not in the direction of the big road leading to the hospital where Lily was being treated, but towards the forest— to the house where the Heracles Pack lived.