"Don't lie to me," I rasped, my voice hoarse, barely more than a whisper. It felt like my throat was scraping against shards of glass, each word leaving a jagged sting. My chest tightened, the air thick, suffocating—his presence pressing in on me like a heavy blanket. "Are they… are they my family? Are they the ones from my past life?"
Jester's lips curled into that infuriating, mocking smirk. He leaned in closer, his breath like ice against my ear, sending an involuntary shiver through my already trembling form. I could feel the cold edge of his voice cutting through my spine, making my skin crawl.
"Only you can figure that out, Keiren. Only you can determine who they really are." His fingers drummed against his cheek for a moment, like he was toying with the very idea, before his hand swept downward in an exaggerated flourish, his long fingers gesturing at me dismissively. "But it won't change anything. They won't remember you."
