“How does Infinite know Haneul?” Youngjae asked, out loud but mostly to himself, as he returned home with Daehyun.

     Yongguk’s eyes snapped open from where he was lying on the couch. “What did you say her name was?”

     “What? I— Did I say a name?” Youngjae hadn’t even realized the words that had slipped out of his mouth.

     “Haneul. You said her name was Haneul. How did you know that?” Yongguk leaned forward intently, propping his forearms against his knees.

     “I’m…not sure actually,” Youngjae scratched his head, “I think I know her, I’m just not sure how.”

     Yongguk snapped his fingers. “So you get that feeling too. I’ve been trying to figure out who she is since the first day we saw her with Infinite. Himchan looks like he knows something too, but obviously that hasn’t been any help.”

     They glanced at Himchan, who was sitting at the table with a dark expression. Himchan never spoke, not for as long as any of them could remember.

     Youngjae rubbed his temples tiredly. A pounding migraine had overtaken him ever since he and Daehyun had run into L and Haneul. He crossed the room to the bathroom doorway, then flicked on the switch as he rummaged through the cupboard for a bottle of painkillers. He flicked the switch back off as he exited, wishing away every other bright light in the house with it.

     “Something weird happened when I saw her though. I don’t know how to explain it,” he said as he threw back a couple of pills with a swig of water. Even his own voice was enough to make his head pound, so he kept it low. “When she grabbed my arm, I saw the two of us sitting in what looked like a library or something.”

     “Youngjae, in a library?” Zelo laughed, “Maybe you were a smart kid.”

     “Maybe that’s it, maybe she was a childhood friend,” Youngjae nodded, “But I didn’t see her in the library, I saw myself, like it was from somebody else’s perspective.”

     They all stared at him like he was crazy, and he glanced away, knowing he wasn’t making any sense. Not that he could be expected to, what with the pressure in his skull making it feel too small for the brain it held inside.

     Having heard enough of their useless theories, Himchan slammed his hand against the table, which effectively drew their attention. Himchan knew a lot more than they were aware. Spending so many years in silence, he had a lot of time for self reflection and figuring out his own mind. He knew the rest of them still didn’t remember, but he had already started to.

     They all waited patiently for what Himchan would do, as it wasn’t often he did anything to draw attention to himself. Grabbing a pad of paper and pen from the table, he drew three rings intertwined in a peculiar design.

     “What is that, a logo or something?” Jongup asked in confusion as he peered over at the page.

     Himchan held the pad of paper up to Youngjae, giving him a hard look. He knew that if anyone was going to remember what that symbol meant, it was going to be Youngjae. The younger man stared at the drawing, saying absolutely nothing for what felt like an eternity before finally looking Himchan in the eyes.

     “It’s not a logo; it’s a crest,” he said.

     Himchan nodded once, then began drawing something else: a pair of wings.

     Youngjae went cold. The library. A stone citadel. The Divine realm. The king and his daughter. Haneul. His daughter was named Haneul. He dropped to his knees as it all came flooding back, the pounding in his head getting to an unbearable level of pain. He remembered.

     Himchan look