Get a check-up

Cindy stared at the chat window, her heart pounding as she waited for the next response. The man on the other side had been elusive, almost taunting her with his replies, and the more they spoke, the more Cindy felt the unsettling reality of her fragmented memory. She knew she should remember this person; she could feel it in the way her mind strained to recall. But no matter how hard she tried, the details remained just out of reach, like a fog that refused to lift.

"Why don't you tell me what you remember?" the man texted back, his words appearing on the screen with a calm precision that only added to Cindy's anxiety.

Cindy hesitated before typing her response. "Not much. Bits and pieces, like flashes. It's like trying to watch a movie with half the scenes missing."

"Interesting," the man replied almost immediately, as if he had been expecting her answer. "That's exactly what it feels like when you've had your memory wiped."