There were five of them, dressed in primitive-looking robes made from materials she didn't recognize, woven silver fibers that gave off a soft glow.
Their presence didn't feel hostile, yet it kind of scared Ivy.
For a long moment, no one spoke. Then one of them, a tall man with sharp features and long, snow-white hair, took a step forward.
"Ivy?" His deep, mellow voice made Ivy pause as an ache spread across her head. "When are you going to contact us?"
"You... who are you..." Ivy's eyes narrowed in alertness, and she stepped back.
The tall man froze as if he didn't expect such a reaction from Ivy.
His beautiful purple eyes stared at Ivy, and he softly said,
"You seem to have forgotten us. But... time is running out. And they will soon find you. So try to remember us. When even after 6 months, you couldn't remember us... I will contact you. Just remember to let go of all the regret and hatred, and all the memories will be clear to you. They are coming for you. Be safe."
