The figure stepped forward, revealing a young woman with piercing green eyes. "My name is Maya," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "And you, Mr...?"
And with that, she vanished into the night, leaving me with more questions than answers. The clock tower's clock struck midnight, echoing through the deserted streets. It was a call to action, a call to reclaim my life, my memories, and my future.
My world crumbled. If my memories weren't mine, who was I?
The figure stepped forward, revealing a young woman with piercing green eyes. "My name is Maya," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "And you, Mr...?"
And with that, she vanished into the night, leaving me with more questions than answers. The clock tower's clock struck midnight, echoing through the deserted streets. It was a call to action, a call to reclaim my life, my memories, and my future.
My world crumbled. If my memories weren't mine, who was I?
