Rain stings my face as I climb the final steps to the rooftop, heart slamming against my ribs. My phone buzzes—Emotra Alert: Elevated cortisol, dopamine spike. Emotional event detected. I smash it against the railing. Below, the city glows like a circuit board, but all I see is them, standing at the edge, coat flapping in the wind. \n\nThey turn. No smile. Just those eyes—haunted, searching. 'I don’t remember you,' they say. 'But my body does. Every time you’re near, I short-circuit.' A beat. 'Was I yours before they wiped me?'\n\nThe wind howls. Behind me, footsteps echo on the stairs—black uniforms, no faces. They’ve found us. I have seconds to decide: grab their hand and jump into the fire escape maze, pull out the memory drive that could restore their past, or lie and say we never meant anything… to make them safe.