When Rhea was rescued from her hometown at the age of five, the memories of where she was born had already begun to fade.
She could recall her parents, but only in fragments—warm smiles, gentle hands, the sound of laughter echoing somewhere deep in her heart. Maybe it was the shock of the demon attack that shattered those precious moments and buried them too deep to reach.
As she grew older, strong enough to stand on her own and defend herself, a quiet longing took root in her heart. She wanted to return to that place—not for any reward or reason—but simply to remember. She believed that if she walked the streets where she once held her parents' hands, the memories might come back.
But no matter how hard she tried, Rhea couldn't recall the town. The name of it, the faces, the path back—it was all missing. As if someone had reached into her mind and carefully removed every trace.
