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Oz’s blood ran cold. He looked at his own hand. For a split second, he didn’t see a boy’s fingers. He saw porcelain. He saw clock hands. He saw the same cold, mechanical parts that had reached for him from the Abyss on his fifteenth birthday. The search for Alice’s memories led them to a ruined library, a ghost of the fallen city of Sablier. There, they found a record—a single, yellowed page from a children’s storybook, “The Humpty Dumpty of the Abyss.” It was a tale they all knew, about a foolish egg who sat on a wall and had a great fall. But this version had an extra stanza.

“Oz?” Gil’s voice cracked. “It’s been… ten years.” Alice was a Chain, a monstrous being from the Abyss, but she was also a broken thing. She had no memories. Her only clue was the name “Oz Vessalius” whispered by the very Abyss that had imprisoned him. Their contract was not one of power, but of mutual hunger. Oz would help her find her lost memories, scattered like glass shards across the world. In return, her power—the reality-warping might of the B-Rabbit—would be his chain to swing. pandora heart oz

Alice stared at him, her stormy eyes wide. “You’re not real?” she whispered. “Then what are we fighting for?” Oz’s blood ran cold