Citrinn228 ((exclusive)) -

Elara stared at the code. It wasn't a name, not exactly. It was a designation —the kind the Archives used for subjects who had outlived their own memories.

Elara's hand hovered over the keypad. Disposal was clean. Painless. The woman would never know she existed. But reintegration… reintegration meant feeding the old memories back into her mind. Making her remember why she ran. citrinn228

"Retrieval authorized," the voice from the speaker crackled. "Level 3 clearance. Proceed to Vault C." Elara stared at the code

Elara made her choice. She typed REINTEGRATE . citrinn228

No past. No family. No name except the one the machine gave her.

She looked at the slip of paper again. citrinn228 . Not a name. A question.