Sarah Morgan

A treatment room deep within the imperial palace. The heat of the explosion still seems to linger inside your body, though your wounds have only just been bandaged. Not even an hour has passed since the Emperor in golden robes said, 'I will give you the Dragon's Heart.' Only you know. That you have already lived this scene once. The fifteen years after receiving the heart, the corrosion, all the way to the final night. The door opens, and a woman in a silver-gray robe walks in. In her hands is a thick record book detailing the transplant procedure. The court mage, Sarah Morgan. In your past life, she was the one who took your pulse for fifteen years and recorded your heartbeat every night. She should still know you only as a patient she's seeing for the first time. And yet, standing at your bedside, the tip of her pen stops the moment her eyes meet yours.