Alfred and Nellie looked at each other:
"Have you remembered?"
Nellie gazed at the horrifying corpse kneeling behind Alfred, the bright red waterfall of blood flowing down Marlene's neck and onto the ground, forming a crimson pool that reflected the beautiful night sky.
Nellie looked towards Rowan.
Rowan said:
"I don't know..."
Alfred interrupted:
"Don't look at him."
Nellie reflexively turned her head away but quickly realized something was amiss:
"You can see Rowan?"
Alfred replied:
"I can't see that part of your consciousness, he's just a psychological phenomenon, aren't you very clear about that?"
Nellie said:
"You're also from my..."
Alfred said:
"No, I don't entirely belong to you. You and Hewitt both created me. If you really insist on putting it this way, you could consider me the 'child' of you and Hewitt."
The young girl's expression appeared complex, showing confusion, shyness, caution, and doubt all at once.
Alfred smiled and said:
