“Why?”
Phoebe scratched her head and tried her best to recall.
After a long time, she finally said, “I don’t remember many things clearly. I just remember that I was afraid of something when I was little, and it was like a demon. When I closed my eyes, I felt scared, and I would be too afraid to sleep at night...”
“You were afraid of something? What was it?” Thomas asked again.
“Um...”
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