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Broken and limited.

That's when and where human's collective thinking works best.

After my battle in Mombasa, I accepted an invitation from The Supervisor and crossed the continent until I stopped in Istanbul. The Supervisor who I thought was dangerous turned out to be no more than a mediator.

But thanks to her, I'm sure that I am certainly different from a normal person. The hovering raindrops around me the other day is the proof.

My identity is their trump card. They took my memories away as a "hostage" so I would surrender myself.

I honestly can't see any other way, but it seems like fate has other plans.

When I left the Supervisor's place, an unknown girl slipped the phone into my jacket pocket. Through that cell phone, she confessed that she knew me for a long time - she also confessed that she had been looking for me for almost 2 years.

My lost past turned out to be more complicated than I thought.

I still have a choice. The presence of this old friend of mine gave me hope. But now I have to choose, which part of my past do I want to know?

My name is -----, my story continues

[From itch.io]