Chapter 55

• Blonde hair and clear blue eyes, as bright as the early spring sky. The girl was wearing a yellow dress that was torn here and there. The flat was dirty and there were empty beer and liquor bottles everywhere. The room was cold and lit only by a few oil lamps. The girl was cowering on the floor... screaming desperately at her father to let her go, but he preferred to hit her. I couldn't watch it like this, but when I tried to pull him away from her, I reached into the void… as if the two of them were just ghosts.
• "Not a chance, uncle. What you see here are memories... you can't change them. You can only watch."
• "Memories, from whom?"