Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191101220152/@comment-24510587-20191102223911

Those images were the pleasant ones. A bittersweet relief from the other visions. Death, pain, cruelty... These were what his memories were made of. Their nature made it painfully easy to distinguish the real memories from the false ones.

Emile held his head and leaned down. Damn it all...