The next morning arrived in fragments.
I stood in Practice Room 6, staring at my reflection in the mirrored wall, trying to piece together how I'd gotten here.
Last night blurred into incomprehensible shapes.
I remembered leaving with Ren. His hand steadying me as we walked through the dimly lit practice wing.
After that?
Nothing.
Complete blank space where memory should have been.
I didn't remember returning to Room 205. Didn't remember crawling into bed or what time exhaustion finally claimed me.
This morning's breakfast existed only as a vague impression—something weird and forgettable that I'd mechanically consumed while Doyun talked about yesterday's practice.
Had I even responded to him?
My fingers pressed against my temples.
The encounter with Ren felt distant now. Almost dreamlike in its clarity compared to the fog surrounding everything after.
You're partly like the Phantom, but with Christine's voice.
Had he really said that?
