Seto walked around the castle. His hand was heavily bandaged, and his head felt like it was pounding. It was still the same day—his father told him to go "take a stroll" to get his mind off things. His eyes were still locked in the same mode; purple. They were no longer a soft shade of brown that shone in the light, they were bland to him, just another shade of lavender in his life.

His father called it a strange phenomenon, his purple eyes of his active out of the blue. It was the first time since "The Accident" his eyes went purple, this color. Now they weren't deactivating, and now he was no longer blind to things. He could see again, but having his sight back at this point in time was not the best idea.

Eye Abilities were strange, only the main family of Sorcerers had received them at birth. Seto's happened to be Analyzation, one that was among the rarest. He couldn't remember the last time he had used it, but he knew it was around the time Kyle had died—maybe it was at the School of Creation.

But ever since his bland eyes had reawakened, he began to question things that were not to be questioned.

What happened before "The Accident?"

What lies under the castle?

What is father hiding from me?

"Prince Harvey, are you alright?" A servant had grasped at his arm. Seto hissed, holding his left eye.

"I'm—" he managed to huff out, "—I'm fine. Let me be."

The servant had let go of his arm, but lingered close behind. Seto could sense his presence, the Sorcery within that servant was utterly weak. He could take him out right now, no witnesses. He was an old man after all, he was doing him a favor. The brunet turned around, but to see no one following him spooked him a bit. He hissed, turning back around and begun to head towards his main destination—the West Hall.

In the meanwhile, his left eye felt like it was thumping, almost like it was about to explode. His right eye was more stable, controllable perhaps. Something was happening to it, if only he had some sort of mirror maybe he would see if his eye was inflamed, reverting back to its original state, or possibly evolving. He took a sharp left turn and struggled to get down the dark hall without bumping into walls.

The West Hall was a place that he was forbidden to go to ever since he was a child. At the end of that hall, the last door, was the entrance to the basement. He had attempted to go there many times before, there were always secrets that his Aunt had spoken about that were located in the basement. Unfortunately, Seto never had the guts to do so, until now. His father was a formidable opponent, Seto could most likely take him down as well. If someone were to find him, he would just blame it on his vision.

After minutes of wandering aimlessly, he finally reached it. The door was old, bulky, and made of oak. He traced his finger against it, feeling the wood. It wasn't as smooth as the other doors, Seto could get a splinter right now if he continued touching it. He reached for the silver doorknob that was glistening in the dark. His hand stopped him from touching it; the doorknob was dusty and his finger prints could be easily seen if he had touched it. He blinked for a brief moment, contemplating.

How could he have known that? It was dark after all, he couldn't see the dust, but he knew it was there.

He shook his head, deciding to phase through the door. Leaning against it with the hopes that it wouldn't collapse under his body pressure, he managed to slip through it without making any noise, as well as not breaking the damned door. He squeaked, as he regained his balance; if he moved any further he would have fallen down the stairs.

Making sure not to touch anything, he began to slowly creep down the wooden steps. They creaked as he walked, loudly and annoyingly. If anyone was to be down here, they would have noticed Seto right away due to the eminent noise he had created. Finally reaching the last step, he turned to look at the basement. It was still dark, but he could sense things. He was afraid to look for a light switch, feeling as if though his finger prints would be left on it.

There was a large wooden table in the center, along with chairs that had the same style to Seto's own chair up in his room. On the table were weapons that were stained with someone's blood on it—presumably the same blood as Seto's bloodline. Near the walls there were chambers with cards that lettered them, as well as chains that were attached to the wall. Next to those things were testing tubes of various sizes, made of glass and seemed to be before the year of zero. They stood tall, about being Seto's height. He wondered what concoctions they were making down here.

Taking a step forward, his night vision had impulsively turned on. He was beginning to become afraid of what was next, he felt a presence towards the east end of the basement. Everything was purple with his night vision, he could see those things and his assumptions were correct. He wanted to inspect the blood, but there was no time for that. He needed to hasten his pace.

He headed towards the east end of the basement. He noticed there was an odd amount of filing cabinets, as well as glass on the floor and weapons of various sizes. There was a bucket filled with golden paint on the ground that had spilled, and a water bottle that was emptied out sitting next to it. Everything was disorganized, messy. No wonder his father told him not to come down here, there was no point, this place wasn't touched and presumably never will be. Yet, that familiar presence kept him going, he could only see so far without his glasses.

He reached the end of the basement, east end specifically, and stood at a glass chamber that was high above the ground. It was filled with a blue ooze that made the body shift up and down, it was spilling onto the floor. Below the glass chamber was a single wooden table with a family photo—Seto had remembered taking that family photo when he was younger. It was of him, his older brother Jason, and his father. Seto was only six years old in that photo.

Also on that wooden table was a blade that had dried blood on it. Sorcerer's blood never dried, it was oddly enticing. He shook his head, paying more attention towards the center piece of it all—the body within the blue oozed filled glass chamber.

He had seen the body before, it held a resemblance to his own appearance. The body was short in stature, had a light shade of brown hair, and pale skin. His left eye began thinking again, it had stopped when Seto had reached the basement. Maybe it was a sense of danger, an impulse. He took a deep breath in and began to levitate, trying to inspect the glass chamber from the top.

It had a lid. A silver lid that you could lift up and move. Seto contemplated about moving it, but he desperately needed to know what the body was doing in there, and especially who it was. Using his Sorcery, he summoned his purple arms from his waist and begun to lift up the lid. It was light. He quietly set it aside and had let his purple arms retract.

He peaked his head above the glass chamber. The blue ooze was cold, soothing—perfect for preserving a body. He couldn't get a better look at the person's face, only smudged little details due to the thickness of the ooze. He wanted to dip his finger in it, but that would be a horrid idea.

He was just about to summon his purple arms from his waist again when he saw the ooze moving. Trying to preserve his composure, he gulped, preparing for the worst. Maybe the body was moving, or maybe the ooze was just reacting to the hot air within the basement, but something was going on.

A hand.

Seto wanted to scream but he couldn't as the hand went to grab at Seto's shoulder. He didn't know what to do, he shook and felt his eyes tearing. The grip was strong, but to contradict that Seto is strong as well. He tried to break free but the hand pulled him closer to the ooze. The chill, he could feel it on his face. The hand continued dragging him, to the point where Seto was now engulfed in that ooze.

His body, now beginning to feel numb, was trapped in that ooze. He watched the hand summon the lid back onto the glass case, and disappear just like that. He was trapped, he was breathing, still fully alive, but trapped.

***

Brice paced back and fourth in Zek's office, waiting for that specific raven haired male to return. His body was shaking from head to toe, and his eyes stung from weeping. He heard the door open, footsteps enter, then the sound of the door shutting softly. He turned and was met with a pair of eyes that were colored dark brown.

"Zek's watching Dawn," Tyler frowned. "What's up with you?"

Brice sniffled, "It's noth—"

"God, is this about Seto again?" Tyler crossed his arms, huffing.

"Y-Yeah," Brice softly whispered, reaching into his messenger bag and taking out the last photo they had taken together.

"I told you, we're going to get him back onto our side, no matter how long it takes," Tyler shook his head, "to make everyone happy."

"Everyone..." Brice muttered for a moment, "is Ethan awake?"

"No," Tyler averted his eyes.

"How's Sub doing?"

"He's—he's trying his best to get Ethan awake. I have a feeling that Seto has to regain memory of his presence to get him back. Or maybe it has something to do with Seto, I honestly don't know. I'm about as clueless as you."

Brice released an exasperated sigh and placed the photo back into his messenger bag, "What about Dawn? How's she doing?"

"Dawn's on our side, don't worry," Tyler replied. "Turns out she was suppose to get married to—"

"I know," Brice interrupted, feeling his eyes sting again.

Married.

Seto was suppose to get married to someone else, a someone that is currently sitting in this very base. Someone that Seto had loved, someone that Seto had moved onto. He wanted to kick, punch, scream, but nothing would resolve the fact that Seto had lost his memory of Brice, and now their relationship is nothing but imaginary.

"You're—" Tyler squinted, "—you're crying."

"How would you feel if you had lost Kyle," Brice questioned, snapping a bit. His tone of voice was no longer filled with a calming composure, but rather anguish. It scared Tyler a bit—caught him off guard actually.

"Well, he's my everything, and I mean if I had lost him I wouldn't know—"

"Exactly."

"What?" Tyler blinked, not fully understanding the purpose of this conversation.

"The pain Sub's going through—the pain I'm going through. Dammit Tyler, it's the same as you losing Kyle! If Kyle had gone missing, if Kyle was dead, you'd understand!" Brice collapsed onto the ground, hugging his knees and crying.

Tyler paused, adjusting his glasses. He was never good with emotions, he was always the one to joke around. He shuffled across the floor, sitting down next to the ball of tears. He shook his head, sighing.

"Wanna hear a knock-knock joke?"