[Ethan's Condo]
"Why can't I recall that man's face?"
Kathrine pressed her fingers against her temples, her voice low but strained. "I clearly remember saying he was the one who took me into that room. I said it. I know I did."
The harder she tried to focus, the worse it became.
Her head throbbed painfully, a sharp pressure building behind her eyes as if her mind itself were pushing back. Every time she reached for the memory, it slipped through her grasp like smoke. Not blank—never blank—but blurred, distorted, unfinished.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
A corridor. A door. A hand gripping her wrist. But the face?
Nothing.
"No… no, this doesn't make sense," she whispered hoarsely. "I heard him. I know I heard him."
Kathrine's breath hitched as Jason's words echoed in her mind, calm but firm, spoken during the session that had ended far too abruptly.
'Forcing memory retrieval can sometimes turn deadly, Kathrine. Your vitals aren't stable. We need to stop.'
