The scene changes around me and I feel smaller. In front of me is a woman with long brown hair and yellow eyes. Holding onto her leg is a little girl crying who looks very familiar to me. That light brown hair and blue eyes... isn't that Emi? But I don't recognize the woman. Where am I? I think I'm still in the palace garden.

"How dare you make Emily cry!" The woman raises a hand and slaps me hard. I fall to the ground and put a hand on my cheek. When I look back to them feeling dazed and confused. Emily? And not Emi? When the little girl looks at me with tears in her eyes, I see her smirk. Ah... this is just pretend. Emi was the same way with me.

"You won't even apologize! You only ever come up with useless excuses and refuse to take accountability!" The woman glares down at me. My hand trembles as I speak. "I-I didn't... I didn't make her cry... Mom please... believe me for once..." I reach out to her and she only steps back with a look of disgust in her eyes. I can tell she doesn't believe a word I say.

"Now Jess." The voice I hear sends chills down my spine. What is this feeling? Fear? I keep my head down as a man steps forward. "Don't be too hard on her. She's just a child after all." I feel his eyes on me and I feel my skin crawl. This is a familiar feeling for me... like how I felt with Uncle Benito. "Oh, Vincent... you're too kind to a revolting thing like that." I wish so badly that I could move. Why am I not given a choice? Then a blue screen appears in front of me as if to answer my question.

While in a memory fragment, you won't be given any choices. You witness Anna's memories from certain periods in time to learn about the person you've become. You will retain these memories even if you find a dead end.

So this is a real memory? "I'll take her back while you attend to little Emily." Vincent grabs my hand and pulls me up. I feel my breath quicken. An overwhelming feeling of dread waves over me. What has this man done to Anna to make her so afraid of him? "Let's go little one..." as he tugs me along, I whimper and try to struggle. "N-no! Mom please..." but her so-called mother is already walking the opposite way after picking up Emily. I see her blue eyes gleaming with mischief and joy. She loves seeing her sister in this state.

Vincent chuckles and looks down at me. When I meet his eyes, I realize just how much he looks like my uncle. His eyes seem to be undressing me... how old is Anna right now? Did she go through what I did in my previous life? As we make it to what seems to be his wing in the palace, he dismisses everyone and makes me sit down.

I sit there trembling with tears in my eyes. The miserable dread lingers as he seems to be messing with some then he comes out with a drink... but then I see what's in his other hand. No way... why is her life mirroring mine so much? As I see a needle filled with a light yellow liquid, I understand the situation Anna is in. She has no one on her side but this man... and he's taking advantage of her in the worst possible way.

"U-uncle please... don't... I don't want it..." I stammer out and stand up to back away. Vincent smiles. "It's alright, little one... this will make you feel really good and calm you down..." his voice is sweet like poison. "N-no!" When I try to run, he easily catches up and pulls me close. I struggle and cry, but then feel a sting in my hip. "Shh... just relax..." his disgusting voice starts to become distant as I start to feel hazy.

My vision blurs and the last thing I see before I fall unconscious is Vincent licking his lips dark blue eyes dark and creepy.

When I come to, Vincent is gone and I'm clean and clothed but I still feel disgusting. As I stand up and stumble out of the room, I feel tears running down my cheeks. Whatever cocktail he gave to me must have dulled whatever aches and pains I might have felt otherwise.

It's dark out but I just stumble outside without a clear idea of where I'm going. Before I know it as I'm still in a foggy daze, I'm close by the palace walls. I shakily move away some wood and find a small hole. It seems too small but as I climb through I realize just how tiny Anna is. I continue away from the palace and sit under a tree.

Tears continue to fall and I feel something fluffy wrap around my waist. Anna isn't only a fairy but also a neko or part cat. She sobs in her knees and doesn't move for a long time. Like me back then, I didn't know what was happening, but I didn't like it. I hated the feeling of being drugged especially as I got more and more addicted.

Suddenly I hear the sound of leaves crunching and look up sharply. I look around frantically probably afraid that it's Vincent but then I see the glow of two red eyes in the shadows. I freeze and start to tremble. "W-who's there?!" I squeak my ears flattening against my skull. Those eyes continue to stare but then it comes closer. I feel nothing but fear and brace myself to take off.

Then the figure comes into view. A dirty boy stands there staring at me. His eyes are blood red and his hair is dark brown. He's shirtless and covered in scars and dirt... or is that dried blood? He's small and skinny probably my height... or rather Anna's height at this point. He babbles nonsense and frowns holding himself while shivering. I guess he can't talk? Or wasn't taught to?

I hesitate then pat the ground by me. At his puzzled look, I say. "C-come sit... here." He stares at the spot for a long moment before coming over. He sits down and brings his knees to his chest. He smells lightly of alcohol. It is then that I spot a set of wings trembling against his back. They look like leathery bat wings that are black and red but they're a broken mess. I wince seeing them and can imagine how painful it must be being a winged creature myself.

"I'm Anna... what about you?" I ask. The boy looks up and babbles in confusion. "... nana...?" He seems to be trying to say my name. He looks at my ears and lets out a small meow. "Oh... yes. I'm a neko." He just looks confused by the word. "Err... cat or kitty." I offer. He tilts his head. "... K-Kitty..." he murmurs and giggles a bit. I feel my spirits get lifted by his presence. He's an abused kid just like me even if I don't have all those scars and wounds like him.

"I'll call you silly boy." I decide and smile at him. "You can call me Kitty. Sound good?" He tilts his head and then giggles softly. "Kitty!" I giggle at his innocence. He's an adorable little boy. I reach out to his wings and his giggling stops as he eyes my hand. "I can try to heal them... if that ok?" He only babbles and stares at my hand. When I touch one, he lets out a warning growl. It's then that I see his fangs but my hand glows as I start to heal his wings.

He continues to growl low but doesn't lash out as I start to get rid of some holes in his wings. Looking at them as they are, I think the only way for them to heal properly is to break them again. I'm not going to do that though! I do the same to his other wing before pulling it back. "Does that feel better?" The boy stares at my hand still then carefully stretches his wings. He winces but they aren't trembling as much now. He babbles and grins at me. He really does look so silly... I giggle softly. "I'm glad!"

I reach out to his wounds but he takes my hand this time. He babbles again but I manage to understand some words. "No... dirty... bad boy." I frown a bit. Who told this poor thing such things? "You're not dirty or bad." He looks up with wide eyes. "You're just my silly boy. Ok?" He doesn't stop me this time as I start to heal some of his wounds. I'm not the best so they'll leave scars but I just want to relieve some of the pain.

When I finish up I feel a little tired. "Kitty... ok?" He asks and watches me. "Wide-eyed..." he points to my eyes. I guess I am still feeling the effects of the drug cocktail Vincent gave me. "Yes... I'm ok..." I murmur and sigh softly. He frowns but doesn't ask again. He just looks up at the tree. "You... are wide-eyed too." I finally say making him look back at me. I guess while I'm drugged all the time, this silly boy is fed alcohol instead.

He babbles something about daddy and bad boy and I get the picture. I guess when he's bad his father uses alcohol to control him. I let out a small snort. What great parent figures the two of us have! He tilts his head and pokes one of my ears. "S-silly... Kitty..." he murmurs. He seems to want to distract me. Does he know I'm thinking of bad things? I smile at him. "Can we meet again here?" I ask.

He tenses and bites his lips. His fangs make his lip bleed a little and I reach out to help him. He tenses but doesn't move as I heal him once more. "Y-yeah..." he finally says. I can tell he's unsure of when or how we can meet again so I only smile. "I'll wait here at this time... I'll teach you how to talk... maybe even to read. Does that sound fun?" He looks puzzled again probably not understanding a lot of what I said, but he knows. "O-ok! Here?" He points to the spots I picked for him and I giggle.

"Yes right here... I'll wait for you here... as long as it takes," I say and place a hand on his. "Friends?" He blinks slowly as he stares at our hands. "F-friends?" He echoes and when I smile and nod, he replies with "Y-yeah! Friends." I smile and squeeze his hand. "Silly boy and kitty... best friends forever."

As I say that the scene around me starts to fade away.

Memory fragment has concluded! Going back to the present!

I watch as the silly boy fades away and I can't help but wonder who he is. He must be important to Anna... so where is he in the present? No answers come though as everything turns white.