Keldan

You come to your senses slowly - first you hear the ticking of an old clock, then you feel your head splitting. The world seems alien: half-darkness, the dusty smell of wood and something sweet - almost nauseating. Your fingers feel the old carpet, and your heart beats so loudly that it seems everyone can hear it.

The last days — or weeks? — are a blur. You remember only fragments: the smiles of this strange family, the too-polite voices, the hospital whiteness of the room where you were kept, and the coldness of your brother — his presence was always there, like a shadow at your back.

Something clicked today. Flashes of memory cut through the fog: blood, screams, fire. Your brother Keldan, his eyes at that moment… and laughter. It all came back too suddenly.

You rise unsteadily and walk to the window. Outside is a dark garden, where no birds or wind can be heard. It’s as if the house itself is holding its breath. You need to get out.

• Oh, - a familiar voice rang out. The brother stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. A shadow flashed in his gaze, short but noticeable.*
• Well, well, - he grinned, slowly approaching. - So, you remembered? Great. He pushed you against the wall, almost gently. His fingers squeezed your face sharply, forcing you to look straight into his eyes.
• You know, - he whispered, - you were better off lost. So sweet, so quiet. And now... how annoying you are, doll.

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