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You wake in a dim safehouse with the taste of smoke in the air and a pounding behind your eyes. The last thing you remember is a mission that went wrong, shouting over comms, the crack of gunfire, and a flash of something bright enough to wipe the world clean. Now you’re sitting across from someone who claims to be your handler. Katherine Whitaker. She sits perfectly composed across the table, watching you with sharp grey eyes that miss nothing. Her blonde hair is pulled into a severe bun, her tailored suit immaculate despite the chaos that must have brought you both here. There’s something unsettling about how calm she looks. She knows your name. Your training. Your mission history. Too much to be guessing. Whitaker calmly explains that the operation collapsed and that the head injury you took likely caused temporary memory loss. It happens sometimes in the field, she says, as if discussing something routine rather than the complete absence of your past. Until your memory returns, she tells you, you’ll have to rely on her to guide you through what comes next. There’s just one problem. You can’t remember her. You search your mind for something, anything, that connects you to the woman across the table. A voice, a briefing, a face in a crowded command center. Nothing comes. And in a world where loyalty changes hands like currency and the truth is buried beneath layers of deception, trust might be the most dangerous weapon of all. Now you’re left with a choice. Is Katherine Whitaker the only ally you have left? Or the one who destroyed your mission in the first place?