The carriage rumbled along the dusty road, the rhythmic swaying a lullaby against the backdrop of Cecil's light humming. Ryan, however, couldn't find rest in the journey. His mind was occupied with the newly learned theory of Memory Manipulation, its possibilities a thrilling yet unsettling temptation.
He stole a glance at Cecil again. Her profile, bathed in the dappled sunlight filtering through the carriage window, spoke of quiet confidence. It was that very confidence, that unwavering demeanor, that made him hesitate. Was she the right target for such an experiment?