I heard the female voice echoing inside my head. It was soft, but this time clearer ... closer.
When I closed my eyes, I saw myself transported to a completely dark place. I could not see absolutely anything.
It was similar to the site where I woke up for the first time, before leaving the capsule ... but this was even more empty, colder, more lonely.
Suddenly, a gigantic door emerged from darkness, covered by thousands of rusty chains that creak when moving.
In the center of that door, a female figure was tied. He had long and dark hair, and his body was wrapped by the same chains, as if she herself was the lock that sealed that threshold.
The bonds surrounded his arms, legs ... even his neck. His gaze, lost and off, reflected deep pain.
I approached cautiously, trying to understand what I murmured. His voice was so weak that he barely distinguished between the silence that wrapped us.
When I was finally close enough, she bowed her face towards mine and whispered in my ear:
-All his power is behind this door ... You must stop him.
I did not understand what he meant. Who was that power? Who was he?
-What are you talking about!? -I shouted, altered, trying to get answers.
But she did not respond.
He kept silent, as if my words had been lost in a vacuum.
I couldn't hold his gaze after shouting.
I apologized in a low voice, with a knot in my throat, but my eyes refused to meet his own.
I tried ... but something inside me prevented me.
So I turned around and walked away, walking towards the dark, without knowing where I was running or why.
I didn't know why, but something inside me was pushing me walking, as if moving away from her, it was the only way to get out of that dark and ice cream.
Then, his voice broke the silence.
-Kurayami!
No ... It wasn't my real name. It was the name that I had given me. The same as that woman, in that blurred memory, told her son. The name that I kept resonating in my mind ... as if a part of me tried to remember everything.
That voice, that memory, emerged again ... but this time in a faint way, like a distant whisper that stirred something deep inside me.
I stopped and turned to see her once again.
Before I could say something else, she spoke again, with a firm and desperate tone:
-Secucha ... I know you don't understand anything, you're lost, but you must remember this: don't let him take control.
His voice trembled, as if each word cost him.
-And above all ... don't let anyone go through your heart. Do not let it be damaged ... because if that happens, everything I am doing ... no, everything we are doing, it will not help.
And after those words, his figure vanished, swallowed by darkness.
When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in that dark place. He had returned to the forest.
The pain had disappeared. My wounds were completely cured. I got slowly, still confused ... and at that time, a sword fell in front of me, burying slightly on earth.
His leaf was polished, well cared for, and his handle seemed to shine under the filtered light between the trees.
Then I heard a known voice shout in the distance:
-You pay you for, for now! Don't break it!
It was the gentleman.