Luca looked up, and there she was, looking down at him. It was Latum in her human form. He froze, his breath catching in his throat. "Who are you?" Luca asked, his voice trembling as he instinctively jumped back a step. His eyes scanned her face, trying to make sense of the stranger—or was she a stranger?
Latum chuckled softly, a sound both comforting and unsettling. "You don't remember me, Luca?" she said, tilting her head with a sad smile. "Well, I can't blame you. It's my fault… and your father's. You had to go through that tragic memory, and we… erased it from your mind."
Luca's mind raced, fragments of forgotten images flickering to life like a distant dream. As Latum continued to speak, realization struck him like lightning. His knees wobbled, and his chest tightened with emotion. Tears welled in his eyes, spilling over as he took a shaky step forward.
