Prisoner of Memories

"Of all things, I certainly didn't expect to see someone else here."

Indeed, before Jamie was a woman restrained in a straitjacket and bound to a chair.

She seemed to be asleep, but even in slumber, her beauty was striking—a sight for sore eyes.

Her hair was ridiculously long, trailing to the ground, its ends splitting into an array of colours that shimmered and shifted like liquid light with every passing moment.

The effect reminded Jamie of his fellow Hybrid, Sarina.

Perhaps sensing his presence, the woman's eyes fluttered open. Her gaze was initially vacant, her expression distant.

But when Jamie saw her eyes clearly, he was met with the second most surprising sight of the day.

Though her irises were a simple brown, their shapes constantly shifted and changed, creating a mesmerizing display.

After a few seconds, she properly processed Jamie's presence and her eyes widened in shock.

"…a person?"

"A person."