The black cat

Esme Crane reminisces about the petty ruins of her life's memory. Her previous life.

She couldn't remember who her parents were, but one thing she was pretty sure of, she moved out at the age of sixteen. Of course, the paperwork was difficult for her, but in a short time, she was able to adjust to her new living situation. The apartment complex she lived in belonged to her father, he probably just wanted her to disappear from his sight as soon as possible. But why she was kicked out of the house, she has no memory of them.

She fends for herself and earns a living, a florist shop is an ideal location for that. The owner of the store is a very gentle and kind person, he has accepted her as a part-time job in his shop. The summer months are when she is at the flower shop the most. The money she earns is used to pay for school fees and personal living expenses.

Her life remained so peaceful during the three years of high school.

In college, she had another incident. What it was, she still couldn't remember. Just know that when she met a person, that person changed her concept and way of life a lot. A close friend, but now she couldn't remember her name. And when she compared it with Esme Crane's best friend in this world's memory, the two had similarities, but also differences.

They are similar in appearance when they have brown hair and amber eyes, but their faces are completely different. Esme Crane also didn't know why she was comparing the two of them like this.

Why is my memory like a rusted industrial device?

And while lost in thought, Esme Crane suddenly saw a person standing in the middle of the road in front of her. The person was wearing a brown robe, a modern shirt, and a hat that covered half of her face, she could only see her seductive red lips curled up.

Her voice rang out, melodious like a lute, but cold as the winter wind:

“Wherever you are, never believe the myths that others tell, and don't go and find out about them. This world is not for those who have returned from the dead. This is the world for the dead.”

Esme Crane was taken aback. She didn't fully understand what she said. But what does the phrase ‘those who have returned from the dead' mean? And 'the world', does she know she's not from this world?

The woman finished speaking, turned, walked slowly, and turned a corner, disappearing from Esme Crane's sight.

Esme Crane wanted to tell her to stop, but she couldn't utter a word, could only watch the woman leave.

After she could no longer see the woman, and she was sure she wouldn't be able to keep up with her, Esme Crane was forced to continue on the path based on the cues in her memory, while at the same time she also reflect on the appearance of the woman and her words.

Perhaps her appearance in the wasteland and her travel to another world was both a pre-arranged mystery. The appearance of the woman partly reflects that. Her hazy memory could also be part of the effects of traveling, or someone doing it on purpose, and it could also be trauma from a fall from a height. There were so many inferences that she had no proof at all.

If her memory is still intact, she believes she will at least find the reason why she traveled to this world. And why did Esme Crane die so mysteriously?

Why do others believe that Esme Crane fell from a height when Esme Crane's memory has no memory of it?

She found that the memory was only interrupted the moment before Esme Crane fell, but there was no memory of Esme Crane falling.

Unfortunately, after a while, she couldn't deduce anything further. The only things she had at the moment were vague.

Esme Crane decided to give up. And she knew that it was only temporary. Even as she later adjusts to life in this new world, she will still be determined to find out the truth.

She's not the type to settle down and let mysteries remain a mystery. Maybe that's why she chose to be a lawyer in the past.

In the night, Esme Crane walks aimlessly along the foggy path, on high alert for anyone coming up behind her. She didn't know what she should do next, but her tired, empty body and spirit told her she needed food and a warm place to stay out of the rain and wind.

Perhaps it is this body's instinct to survive, her mind recalls the home she previously lived in. Just east of the village of Baker, there is a blacksmith store, that is her home. Her instincts told her that there was her father's roast venison, her mother's delicious soup, and a warm nest bed.

The unfortunate issue was that she would never be able to appear in front of them again.

She felt too tired and freezing hungry and felt she wouldn't last the night. She could spend the night in the blacksmith store and maybe steal a little food.

My only goal now is to live, she admonished herself.

The way home gradually appeared in her mind. She followed it. During this time, she thought a lot, and another doubt arose in her mind.

She had no idea how long she traveled before seeing the scattered firelight of the village. Baker has been her home for the past twenty years. She continued up the path towards the village, but she came to a halt at the village's entrance when she noticed a crouched black cat. It was a black kitten who appeared juvenile, small, and tiny. It has a pair of turquoise blue phantom cat eyes, the whole body hair black as thick ink, not blended with half a color, and it is completely invisible to the cat at night if not properly recognized.

She sensed that this was the cat she had just seen earlier. It was very likely that she was here waiting for her.

The turquoise blue cat's eyes were looking at her, it was not like being on guard, but more like a probe, Esme Crane felt as if the cat can speak.