16. Put a Spell on You

"Bleh!" I shout as the foreign liquid begins to burn my throat. Sticking my tongue out in disgust. It was so strong that I'm sure my face resembled someone that took a shot of screech for the first time.

"What the hell was that?" I ask.

"Does it even matter?" He asks.

Honestly, probably not. If anything, I don't think I even want to know what exactly that was.

"Whatever. But I don't feel any different." I say.

"I thought you said that it should help recover some of my memories." I said.

He looks at me curiously. It also seems that he's just as confused as me as to why this didn't work.

"Hmm."

The man suddenly turns away from me and grabs a large book from under the counter. My eyes continue to follow his every move, not sure what to expect next.

"Mhmm... Hmm... Huh..." The man says, mumbling to himself. I see an expression of surprise cross his brows. However, he carefully switches his face to appear as if nothing's wrong. Making me curious as to what he was thinking then.

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