"..."
"...yes?"
"...give me…hand…"
The fragmented voices seemed to belong to a man and a woman.
"Raven...how does it look…?"
And the woman's voice was the same one as the woman in his dreams.
"It's good."
Hearing the man's voice, Draven recognized that it was his own voice.
As if the memory had further surfaced, the voices in his head became crystal clear. He could now properly hear the melodious female voice speaking amidst the laughter.
"I drew this little phoenix on your wrist so everyone will know you belong to me, that you belong to this phoenix. You are mine for eternity."
"Hmm!"
"I am sealing this with my powers. No matter what you do, you won't ever be able to get rid of it."
"Hmm!"
Hearing this exchange, his heart constricted as if in pain and longing.
The voices disappeared and Draven gradually opened his eyes.
