I’ve stopped using my powers. I’ve trained myself to drown out the ghosts, and I’m afraid that if I try to listen to them again, it’ll just get worse.

Dad, I understand your concerns, but this is something I have to do. The ghost—whoever she was—wants me to go and find them. I told you what she said. She’s counting on me. So please, Dad. Let me go.

I do. The memory won’t leave me. It haunts me, almost as much as they do. I don’t want to remember it. I don’t want to have my life dictated by my father and the promise he made to Cedor many years ago. Who are you? You seem so familiar, so… so safe.