I approached her bedroom. She was lying there, her face still carrying traces of tension, probably still haunted by the chainsaw nightmare from the night before. But this time, I wasn't going to wake her with force.
First, I went deeper. I wandered through the dark corridors of Gwenneth's memories, searching for the deepest wounds.
I found them: the moment her father began cheating and shouting at her mother; The chaotic flash of her mother, Delilah, drenched in blood to protect them. And another memory, the one when her close friend was torn apart by a monster in an S-ranked Dungeon, her outstretched hand unable to save her.
With those mental fragments, I returned to Gwenneth's dream chamber. This time, I would create something new, a lie designed to trigger her deepest rage and despair.
