​Chapter 63: Red Hair

　　Now, clarity struck like lightning. When the blood-red gown fused with my skin, fragments of her memories seeped into me—answers to questions I’d never dared ask.　　The Alter was gone, transformed into this cursed garment. We’d merged.　　She chose this. Her death required consent—a suicide disguised as my survival.　　We were two sides of one coin. Her existence hinged on mine. She’d tried to usurp me, only to realize my death meant hers. Lost, she’d wandered her purpose… until now.　　This crimson shroud was her final gambit. Her redemption.　　And this place—no hallucination. My psyche, laid bare without meds.　　Escaping was simple: sl