"How do you expect me to help you if you don't even remember who I am?" Hana asked, a frown gracing her face.
June sighed and leaned against the counter, looking her dead in the eyes.
"I know you know something," he slowly said, making use of the manipulation techniques he had used in his past life.
He didn't know shit about what happened, but he could coax her into saying something.
"And I'm sure you know what would happen if the information got out."
Hana took a sharp intake of breath.
"But I want you to know that you could trust me. I wouldn't involve your name if ever this gets out."
"A—and why would I help you?" she stammered.
"Because you were my friend," June smiled softly. "There are some things I don't remember — the traumatic things that had happened in my past. And I believe you're the only one who can help me."
