The moment Lyse's eyes fluttered open, Levi's heart had soared. Relief, pure and unadulterated, washed over him, making his knees weak. But the joy was short-lived, replaced by a chilling unease that settled deep in his bones.
Lyse's gaze, though open, held no recognition. Her eyes darted around the room, unfocused and filled with confusion, before finally settling on him. But the look she gave him was not one of familiarity, care or even anger. It was one of fear.
"Who… who are you?" she repeated, her voice trembling. She recoiled slightly, pulling her hand away from his.
Levi's heart plummeted. He stared at her, his mind reeling, trying to comprehend what was happening.
"Lyse… it's me," he said softly, his voice laced with confusion and a growing sense of dread. "It's Levi."
