My fingers trace the words that the Orttenburg scribes have written down on paper. I flip through the pages and review to check if everything is correct.

“How was it?” Seth asks as he hovers behind me, his fruity smell a constant torture. “All good?”

“Yes, all seems to be the same as I recalled.”

“So, our theory is correct then? The deeper you get into the people's minds, the more memories you recall?” he asks.

I nod. We have been doing the same process for months. Studying the prisoners’ minds, raising our skills, and encountering that same black entity that feels like General Brandon—not as acute as his, though....