"My memories are still foggy. The order in which I remember things is random and fragmented. Also, I know I remembered a lot more things after setting eyes on that demon. However, after the fight, it's almost as if the thin fog returned, obscuring everything once again." Aika trailed off, and her gaze lowered as her brow furrowed in frustration.
She exhaled and tapped the rim of the marble balustrade.
"Yes. What you are probably thinking is true. The human citizens of Xinthrea, those who survived the plague, did so by turning into demons." Aika took another drag. After she exhaled, she sighed deeply.
