Evil always comes from courage

I opened my eyes and woke up to the noisy sound of the waves. It was dark everywhere. I stretched out my palms, but all I could see was darkness.

"This is where?"

I tried to remember where I was, but I couldn't remember anything. My mind was like a blank piece of paper. I wanted to pick up a pen to write on it, but I forgot the language called instinct.

I groped around in the darkness. , there was a soft wool carpet under my feet, rubbing my soles and making me itchy. I don’t know if the darkness amplified my five senses, or if I had gradually adapted to the darkness. I groped around, and finally found the wooden table next to the bed. When the oil lamp was on,

I almost instinctively stretched out my hands to cover my eyes. It was not until a long time later that I got used to the light.

With the light, I began to look at the room carefully. This room is large and exquisite.

The gems and gold inlaid on the paintings and carvings on the walls sparkle under the light of the oil lamp. This makes me feel very comfortable and at ease.

I don't know why I feel this way, maybe This environment is not unfamiliar to me, it is even very familiar, just like breathing, it makes me feel indescribably happy and relaxed.

"What's this?"

I wanted to pick up the oil lamp and look around, but soon my eyes were attracted by the beautifully carved wooden table with gold edges. There was a book with a pure black cover on it. There was not a single word on the cover. It was even a very ordinary book, but its small size and unique charm attracted me to reach out and open it.

I did not lift the oil lamp, but sat down in front of an exquisite table and stretched out my hand. I opened the black book that tempted me.

I opened one of the pages at random, and then I realized that this was not a book, but a notebook.

This notebook seemed to have magic power, I don’t know what it means, but I really want to repeat the process of turning pages and listen to the sound of the paper rubbing and shaking.

Maybe I am too impatient, or maybe it really has some magic power. Unknowingly, I I don’t know how many pages I turned. Only then did I come back to my senses and carefully discern the content above.

"Miss Alice Letasha, who is this?"

The font on the note was very elegant and slender, and there was a line of words written on it. I couldn't help but read the name, and it felt very familiar and yet strange.

It sounded like a person's name, but I didn't know who this person was. As I thought about it, , I seemed to be fascinated again, and unknowingly turned to one of the pages.

When I came back to my senses and looked at it, there was also a line of words on the slightly yellowed paper.

"Vincent Faust, is this my name?"

As I murmured, I became even more confused, and the doubts in my heart gradually turned into fear.

The darkness that was not illuminated by the oil lamp was like a terrifying beast staring closely at me in the darkness, which made me very panicked.

"Why am I here?"

I stood up in a panic, picked up the oil lamp on the table, and walked back and forth in this vast space. It seemed that the place I walked through would be purified by light, which made my anxiety and fear of the dark less severe.

I raised the oil lamp high. Lifting it up made my arms a little sore, but I didn't want to put it down. I was still afraid until I saw the fireplace in the room. Soon

, I lit it, and the fire beat and crackled and burned, and my heart I relaxed a little.

The whole room was illuminated, and I began to really look at the room. It wasn't until I opened the gorgeous curtains made of thick fabric that I realized where I was.