Devilina was in the forest again, she could feel the fresh, soft grass beneath her feet and she could see figures between the trees in the forest. The forest was engulfed in fog and she could hear the gentle wind rustling the leaves, she liked to call this place The Forest of Memories because outside the forest was a huge sign with it written on but also she called the place this because the figures she could see through the trees were strangely familiar to her "who are you" she asked them cautiously not knowing who they were " we are your memories