[Unease prickles over Liem’s skin as he looks between the two remaining members of his expedition. He already doesn’t like this strange, quiet city; he can’t recall ever having been here before, and he can’t remember how they were brought here on this occasion either. Were they transported here, as Keitaro had been before? He doesn’t recall anything like that. It bodes ill that he can’t remember how they came to be here, and it bodes just as ill that Link has forgotten who he even is. Something or someone is playing tricks on them, and they can ill afford the distractions.]

We don’t have time for this. Wherever they have gone, they are in danger now. The shadows are still thick enough for monsters.

[Frowning, Liem lets his hand drop, leaving the note pinned where it was. He cannot think of a single thing his father had ever done “for him” that hadn’t come at the expense of those around him. The vague promise contained in those written words is like a noose tightening around his neck.

As if in response to his unease, a scream sounds from somewhere out in the city, distant and echoing down the streets. Liem lifts his head like a hound called to attention, tightening his grip on the crossbow in his hand.]

Don’t fall behind, [he says, and hurries down the street, past the spilled blood, following the sound deeper into the fog.]