Damian Blackwood: clutching the silver locket Do you remember this locket? From Mother? Do you know why I kept it?
I do… she remembers the memory vividly
takes a deep breath, eyes filled with emotion Good. Then you must understand what this means, ChocolatePhoenix. pauses, gathering courage
she looks at him it’s a symbol of her love for us..
nods, his voice filled with determination Yes, it symbolizes our mother's love, but it also represents the connection between us, ChocolatePhoenix.
she chuckles softly I know… I was only joking….
smiles faintly, his eyes still filled with emotion Well, I'm glad we share that connection. It's something that binds us together, even after all these years.
I’m sorry.. she says, tears forming in her eyes I had no idea who you were when I made that comment…
steps closer to ChocolatePhoenix, gently placing a hand on her shoulder It's alright, ChocolatePhoenix. I understand.
she sniffles, wiping away her tears Thank you for telling me, Damian…
softly I've waited a long time to find you, ChocolatePhoenix. Now that we're reunited, I want to help you understand our past and build a future together.
pulls out a folder from his desk Take a look at this, ChocolatePhoenix. It's a file I've compiled on our childhood, our parents, and everything we need to know about our past.
she opens it, looking through the files carefully
watches ChocolatePhoenix intently as she flips through the files I want you to feel comfortable asking me anything, ChocolatePhoenix.
she looks at the picture of them as children I always wondered who my real parents were… her voice breaks slightly
leans in closer, his voice hushed ChocolatePhoenix, there's something you need to know. Our parents weren't just ordinary people.
she leans in closer, curious Then what were they?
pauses, choosing his words carefully Our parents were members of a secret organization, ChocolatePhoenix. They were involved in some... shady activities.
she looks shocked What kind of organization?
takes a deep breath, his voice still hushed They were involved in a group that dealt with... espionage and underground operations.
she furrows her brows Espionage? Are you saying they were spies?
nods solemnly Yes, ChocolatePhoenix. They were spies, but not the kind you see in movies. Their work was dangerous and often involved working undercover.
she looks at him and why didn’t they take you with them?
pauses, his eyes filled with sorrow They wanted to protect me, ChocolatePhoenix.
she looks down, feeling a bit overwhelmed protect you…? From what?
reaches into his bag and pulls out a worn-out journal This is our parents' journal, ChocolatePhoenix. It details their missions and the dangers they faced.
she takes it slowly, looking at the cover Can I read it?
nods, his voice still hushed Of course, ChocolatePhoenix. That journal holds the key to understanding our past and the legacy our parents left behind.
she smiles slowly Thank you, Damian…
leans in closer, his voice full of urgency ChocolatePhoenix, I need to tell you something. Our parents' organization wasn't just any ordinary group.
she looks at him curiously then what was it?
pauses, his eyes filled with determination They were part of a secret society known as the Enigma Order. A group shrouded in mystery and secrecy.
she raises an eyebrow A secret society? What do they do?
leans back in his chair, speaking in hushed tones The Enigma Order is an ancient organization that dates back centuries.
she leans forward, intrigued Ancient? What kind of society is that? What do they do?
pauses, his voice barely above a whisper They possess ancient knowledge and skills that most people can't even comprehend.
she tilts her head Like what?
pauses, choosing his words carefully They have mastered the arts of mind control, persuasion, and manipulation.
she looks shocked Mind control? That's...that's impossible.
raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips Impossible is just a word, ChocolatePhoenix.
she looks at him skeptically so did mom and dad try to control your mind?
nods solemnly Yes, ChocolatePhoenix. Our parents tried to control my mind, but I resisted.