What's Wrong With Me? The Hard Truth.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was when I woke up and saw that you weren't next to me?" Salis place both of his hands of Tuile shoulders and pulled her into a tight embraced.

In the midst of the chaotic scene, Tuile's attention was drawn to a familiar figure – her younger self, resplendent in a breathtaking dress that befit a princess. The girl's beaming smile was infectious, and it was impossible not to feel a sense of nostalgia at the sight of her delicate, fragile skin and vibrant energy. Yet, as Tuile gazed upon the memory, a wave of sadness washed over her, causing her to shut her eyes tightly and take a deep breath.

As she slowly opened her eyes, she realized that she was in a pitch-black room. It was a space she instantly recognized from her childhood, yet it had been years since she set foot in it. The familiarity of the room was stark contrast of her current state of confusion and disorientation. 

" You are a coward!"