"Ioris, we have to go now, or you'll be in danger!" said the man accompanying me in hiding. I didn't know what he was doing here, but his presence made me feel like I was in danger.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" I asked while looking closely at the copper-haired man's appearance. He placed a forefinger on his lips to signal me to turn down the volume.
"I'll explain later. Come along for now," he replied, but I still didn't agree. I looked at the man from head to toe, trying to remember the look I recognized so well, but it was difficult to say his name.
"You're... Dexter Harrison?" I asked, suddenly managing to regain the memories that had seemed to be stored in Pandora's box. I didn't know if my presence made all the memories disappear or if it was something else. What was certain was that I was grateful that I managed to remember that man.
