Forgotten Memories

"She went into that special association housing building!" A masked man said into a cellphone. "The association must have already made a deal with her. Proceed to the next target." The masked man hung up the phone and cursed under his breath. Half his targets had not returned from the tower. This was going to be a long day.

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I woke up sometime around midday and stared at the familiar, but not familiar, ceiling. It looked like my apartment at the association housing, but this was not my room. At least not the furniture I had grown accustomed to being in my room. The room was plain as if a bed in it had been an afterthought. I stared down and realized I was just wearing an unfamiliar dress.