"Damn it! How does it know? Can it see into my memories?"
Orson felt like he was falling into an icy abyss—this was the deepest secret in his heart. He had never heard of an Ocular Demon possessing the ability to peer into memories. This clearly didn't make sense!
"I have all the time in the world, but you... you have only one year and two months left."
Beirut cackled, a hint of human-like disappointment visible in his massive golden eye.
"Perhaps, only if you face the nightmare again, will you recall some clues."
"Nightmare Haunting!"
A new negative buff appeared in Orson's status. The next instant, his vision went black, and his consciousness was completely consumed.
"Hand it over, and I'll spare your life."
"You're just a fallen esports player, your glory has long faded with the past. You need to beg for forgiveness!"
"Hey! Stop zoning out, give me the Soul Seal!"
Orson snapped out of his stupor, muttering, "Where have I heard this before? Sienna! Where's Sienna?"
