Reality

"What is happening to me?

"Why can't I remember anything? My mind feels like it's been erased."

"Why can't I remember? What did they do to me?"

A strange woman's voice slowly began piercing his ears, faint but persistent. Though he couldn't recall anything after that moment, he was struggling to piece it all together.

He could faintly hear the conversation the woman was having with another person. Her voice was calm yet cold, each word dripping with authority.

She spoke again, her voice sharper now.

"His consciousness is wavering. He might wake up soon. I'll need to recheck him after he regains full awareness."

She continued, her tone calm but calculating.

"I'm certain he was brainwashed at that exact moment, based on his behavior. He's saying he doesn't remember anything afterward—that's a hallmark of a gray-eyed individual who's been successfully controlled.They don't remember after the moment they finally get brainwashed.We're lucky to have secured this one. He seems to be the right fit, but I'll need to reevaluate him further to make sure he's not dangerous."

Avasyu's eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision blurry at first. The dim light overhead made it hard to adjust, and the room felt unfamiliar.

There was a woman sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, writing in a diary with a blue cover. Her pen moved methodically until she suddenly stopped, closing the diary with a soft snap.

Avasyu tried to move, but his hands and legs were tied firmly to the bed. He looked at the woman more closely—

she was wearing a white snow jacket, her brown eyes hidden slightly behind thin-rimmed glasses. She seemed normal human.

The woman stood and began walking toward him.

"Where am I" Avasyu demanded, his voice strained.

"What have you done to me? Who are you? What happened to my friends?"

The woman's expression didn't change. She stopped just short of his bed, looking at him with an eerie mix of curiosity and detachment.

The woman looked at him calmly, her voice soft yet composed as she said,

"I am not your enemy. I am human, just like you. I won't harm you."

She moved closer, leaning in to study Avasyu's face carefully. Her eyes locked onto his gray ones, her expression sharp and analytical.

After a moment, she muttered to herself,

"He seems... normal"

Straightening her posture, she opened her diary .

"Before I answer your questions, I need to reevaluate you first. Bear with me, and I promise to address everything afterward."

Avasyu's mind raced with confusion, but the sincerity in her tone kept him from yelling again.

"Let's begin," she said, adjusting her glasses.

She started asking basic questions in a detached yet professional manner.

"What is your name?"she asked calmly.

"I am Avasyu," he replied.

She nodded slightly and continued,

"Do you have gray eyes?"

"Yes," he answered without hesitation.

Her pen moved swiftly across the page before she asked the next question.

"Did you have friends?"

"I did," he said, his voice lowering as he spoke.

"And where are they now?" she asked, her tone unwavering.

"They are no more," he replied, the pain from the truth sinking deeper into him.

She paused for a moment, studying him, then asked one final question.

"Do you have any special power?"

Avasyu hesitated before answering, unsure of the truth.

"I don't know," he said honestly.

Without another word, she jotted everything down methodically in her diary.

Then she said ,she is ready to answer his questions too.

Avasyu asked in confusion, "Where am I?"

She answered calmly, her tone measured and unhurried.

"You are inside the Bureau of Central Police, Bhubaneswar."

The name of the city brought no relief, only more confusion.

"How did I end up here?" He demanded.

"What happened to that guy and those golden-eyed people holding me? Why am I tied up like this?"

The woman took a deep breath and said,

"I'm going to answer all your questions at once."

She untied his hands and legs carefully, stepping back as she gestured for him to stay calm.

"Please remain seated," she said.

"I'll explain everything, but I need you to listen quietly."

He nodded.

She began answering.

"Your friends... are dead. The people responsible for their deaths are the same terrorist group you astonishingly managed to eliminate. After you killed their comrades, they went back to the site to clean up—destroy evidence, remove bodies. Unfortunately, they targeted your friends as part of this."

"They captured you that same night. Their leader, the man with the golden eyes, hypnotized you—manipulated your mind by making you believe his words. You were partially brainwashed at that moment."

She continued, "Luckily, we've been tracking this group for a long time. We moved in on their operation shortly after you were taken. The man with the golden eyes was apprehended, along with the surviving members of his group."

"Then why am I here?" Avasyu interrupted.

"You were in an unstable condition," she said.

"Although you weren't fully brainwashed, you weren't entirely yourself either. You resisted us fiercely when we tried to rescue you."

"To protect you—we restrained you and began the reverse brainwashing process to undo the damage. I'm Hayla, and it was my responsibility to bring you back to normal."

Avasyu stayed silent, the pieces of her explanation fitting together in a way that left him both relieved and hollow.

Hayla closed her diary with a soft thud and approached him. Resting her hands gently on his shoulders, she said,

"You're strong, kid. I'm truly sorry about your friends. But don't worry—the ones responsible for their deaths will face severe punishment. Until then, take your time to heal... and don't stop dreaming like that."

Her words were kind, but they couldn't pierce the heavy sadness clouding Avasyu's mind. He just nodded, gaze dropping to the floor. He didn't know what to do anymore. His heart ached with grief, confusion, and a lingering sense of loss. So, he simply sat there, silent and lost in thought.

Hayla stepped into another room to meet with a man in uniform—the inspector overseeing the gray eyes case.

"The boy is stable now," Hayla informed him.

"I've reversed the brainwashing. His memory has been restored, but the trauma of his experiences will take time to heal."

The inspector listened intently as she summarized his condition. Then, Hayla signed an official paper in front of him, stating in neat handwriting.

[Subject: Avasyu, Gray Eyes Case

Assessment: Stable and cleared for transfer.

Recommendation: Admission to the Central Observation Home under the Juvenile Justice Board for further care and rehabilitation.]

The inspector nodded as he read the document, accepting it with a solemn expression. Meanwhile, Avasyu remained in his room, unaware of the path ahead that others were deciding for him.