"I told you, didn't I? I would take everything from you, just like you took everything from me," Greg said coldly, his gaze fixed on Kyle like a blade.
"Everything?! When did I ever take everything from you?! You're the one taking everything from me!!" Kyle screamed, his voice cracking. He had lost it. There was nothing left to fight for.
"This should help," Greg replied, raising a hand. A soft, ominous glow formed at his fingertip as he pointed at Kyle.
In an instant, Kyle's mind was flooded. Memories long buried—no, erased—came rushing back with full clarity. His eyes widened in shock as everything from his previous life unfolded within him. Within Greg's inner world, nothing seemed impossible. If Greg willed it, it became so. Even restoring someone's memory proved a trivial matter.
Kyle stood still, processing it all.
Then came the laughter.
