Amara's POV
Truth be told, my life had been blessed with luck.
Shortly after that terrible night long ago, I managed to crawl out from the closet and stumble from the house.
My hyperthymesia meant I retained every single detail, even from the most distant memories.
Yet possessing these memories didn't guarantee I grasped their meaning.
Throughout the years, I'd replayed that evening over and over.
I recalled how I stepped into my sister's blood, lost my footing, then wailed uncontrollably.
I remembered being completely bewildered about what had occurred, desperately trying to rouse my parents.
When I realized my parents and siblings would never wake again, I wandered outside.
That's when I encountered Master Prime.
He appeared remarkably youthful, his hair cascading past his waist, wearing a pale gray suit.
Looking down at me, his eyes seemed to soften with pity.
He lifted me up despite my bloodstained clothes and went inside to investigate.
