The evening sky was painted in hues of orange and pink as Evelyn trudged home, her mind consumed by the events of the day. The encounter with Alaric had left her deeply unsettled. She could not shake the feeling that something had drastically changed in him, and the intensity of his presence was both alarming and mystifying.
Upon entering her home, Evelyn's thoughts were a tangled mess of worry and confusion. Her father, Viktor Blackwood, was in the study, poring over a stack of papers. The tension in her shoulders was palpable as she approached him.
"Dad, I need to talk to you," Evelyn said, her voice betraying her anxiety.
Viktor looked up from his documents, his expression shifting from mild irritation to concern. "What's the matter, Evelyn? I'm quite busy right now."
Evelyn took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "I think Alaric might have regained his memory."
