With eyes slowly opening, Rena gazed dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with detachment.

“Harold is no more. There's no need for you to be jealous anymore."

Silently, she made her way upstairs.

Remaining seated, Waylen watched her retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on the second floor.

Rena secured the necklace in a safe, knowing that when it saw the Light of day again, it might trigger memories of a man named Harold, at times.