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Her Forgotten Name | Part II Her Forgotten Name | Part II: The Memory Key The call haunted her for hours. She replayed the voice in her head: calm, cold, and confident. Whoever it was, they knew her—or who she used to be. The key marked "M.L." felt heavier in her palm now. She walked back into the study and stared at the locked drawer again. Slowly, she inserted the key. It clicked open. Inside was a small leather journal, an old USB drive, and a photograph: her face, again. But this time, her expression was grim. She was standing next to a sign that read: **Mira Lane Institute for Cognitive Rehabilitation**. View the Hidden Truth The name sparked something—a flash of memory. A hallway. A mirror. Screams. She staggered back, gripping the edge of the desk. It was real. She had been somewhere... a place that wanted to erase her. She plugged the USB into her laptop. A single file appeared: a video. With trembling finge...

Her Forgotten Name | Part I Her Forgotten Name | Part I: Waking Up as a Stranger The first thing she noticed was the silence. Cold, sterile silence. Then came the light—bright, too bright. Her eyelids fluttered open and she was greeted by a white ceiling with flickering fluorescent bulbs. A hospital? She tried to sit up, but her arms felt weak. Machines beeped faintly beside her. An IV line ran to her wrist. Her heart rate increased. Why was she here? A nurse appeared. "You're awake," she said with relief. "Do you know your name?" She opened her mouth. Nothing came out. A wave of panic surged through her chest. Her name. What was her name? "I... I don’t know," she whispered. Her voice was unfamiliar even to herself. Like she was hearing it for the first time. Try to Remember More Doctors came and went, talking in careful, quiet voices. “Retrograde amnesia,” one of them told her. “It’s com...

The Mirror Room | Part II The Mirror Room | Part II: The Other Side Elena stumbled through the dark corridor, her breaths sharp and shallow. Each step felt heavier than the last, the hallway stretching on as if it had no end. Behind her, the mirror’s presence still pulsed in her mind, like a whisper she couldn’t unhear. She paused to catch her breath, placing her hand against the cool wall for balance. Her eyes scanned her surroundings—still no windows, no clocks, no signs of time passing. The whole place felt like a dream, frozen in a moment that kept replaying. A faint humming sound caught her attention. Following it, she reached a door—different from the others. It was marked with a symbol: a single eye, etched in silver. She hesitated, then turned the handle. Reveal Hidden Secrets The room inside was circular, and mirrors covered every inch of its walls—floor to ceiling. But this time, the reflections didn’t mimic her. They were...

The Mirror Room | Part I: Reflections That Weren’t Mine The Mirror Room | Part I: Reflections That Weren’t Mine Elena woke up with a pounding headache, her thoughts swimming in a haze. The sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, casting streaks of light across her disheveled bed. The last thing she remembered was the accident—the screech of tires, the jarring impact—and then nothing. She glanced around the room, trying to orient herself. It wasn’t the sterile whiteness of the hospital she expected. Instead, everything was muted, almost dreamlike. Her walls were a soft blue, her sheets a pale lavender. The room felt warm, inviting, even comforting, yet there was something disquieting about it. She pulled herself upright, cradling her head in her hands. The dizziness only worsened. Her hands, as she rubbed her temples, felt strangely unfamiliar. It was as though they were no longer h...