What if every seven days, you became a stranger to your own life?

Elira wakes up in new lives every week—different names, unfamiliar places, yet the same haunting questions. With memories that don’t belong to her and a face she can’t forget, one man stands at the center of it all: Kael.

He claims to be her anchor—the keeper of her lost past. But as Elira uncovers fragments of truth, she begins to question everything: Kael’s intentions, her friends’ loyalty, and the very nature of her identity.

In a world where memory resets and nothing is what it seems, Elira must choose: reclaim who she was… or risk everything to become who she was meant to be.

"Tethered"

She woke up to the sound of water dripping.

Not rain. Not a faucet. Just a slow, deliberate drip.

The ceiling above her was unfamiliar—too white, too clean, like it had been painted over a hundred times to forget what it used to be. The smell of antiseptic clung to her nose, cold and chemical, like the room itself was trying to erase any trace of who'd last occupied it.

She sat up slowly, muscles stiff like they'd been unused for days. No IV drip, no monitor, but the bed was clinical. The sheets too crisp, the silence too heavy. She looked around. Four corners. One door. A folded gray coat on a chair she didn't recognize. A name tag on the wall she couldn't read—it blurred the moment she focused on it, like the letters were dissolving in front of her eyes.

Not panic. Not yet. Just that slow, crawling dread you feel when you know something's wrong, but you can't name it.

She swung her legs off the bed. The floor was cold. Her bare feet touched linoleum that hummed faintly under her skin, like it had a heartbeat of its own. Her reflection greeted her from a darkened window—same eyes, same face… or was it?

The thought was quiet, like a whisper tucked between her ribs. But it hit louder than any scream.

She walked to the window, expecting city lights, or maybe darkness. But it showed her something else: a vast stretch of sky with two moons hanging unnaturally close, too big, too still, like paper cutouts pinned to a canvas.

She backed away. Her chest tightened. Her breath came fast, shallow, like her lungs couldn't agree with the air here.

A slip of paper had appeared on the nightstand. She was certain it wasn't there before. No wind. No person. Just… there.

She picked it up with trembling fingers.

Elira. The name landed in her bones like it belonged there. Like it had been waiting to be said aloud again. But she didn't know who Kael was. Or who "they" were.

Or why her throat was closing up with the ache of a goodbye she hadn't yet said.

Outside the door, footsteps. Heavy. Uniform. Coming closer.

No time to think. She grabbed the coat, shoved the note in the pocket, and bolted to the other side of the room. A vent. A window latch. A fire escape. Anything.

The word slammed into her mind like a bullet.

She didn't know why, but she knew what it meant. This life—whoever she was now—wasn't hers. Not really. She had seven days before it was ripped away like the rest.

And she had to find Kael before that happened.

Or everything—whoever she truly was—would vanish again.

Chapter 0 – Reset