Standing upstairs in the workshop, looking through the window at the desolate street outside, Heine's face bore an indescribable sense of loss.
This street was extremely familiar to her, for she had lived here since she could remember.
As the first child picked up by her teacher, Heine could no longer remember her biological parents, nor her life before being taken in by the teacher.
After all, she was just a little child at that time—what could she possibly remember?
In Heine's memory, her entire life and existence could almost be said to revolve around this street outside.
Here, her teacher taught her alchemy, which excited young Heine for several days.
Here, the teacher first brought back a new child, giving Heine her first sense of responsibility as an elder sister.
Here, she completed her first official piece of work in her life and received her teacher's praise.
Here, for the first time...
This street, this workshop, held too many of Heine's memories.
