Tumayyatkin

Lara wakes up in a hospital bed with no memory of who she is or what happened. A kind man claims to be her fiancé. Everyone tells her to trust him.

But as her memories start to return, they’re not about him. They’re about someone else—a stranger with intense eyes and a voice that echoes in her dreams.

Torn between the life she’s told is hers and the pieces of a forgotten past, Lara must uncover the truth.

What if the man she shouldn’t remember… is the one she can’t forget?

The Man I Shouldn’t Remember

The cold hum of dormant machinery filled the underground bunker deep beneath the ruins of Johannesburg. The air was thick with dust and the metallic scent of long-forgotten technology.

Ethan walked alongside the Remnants — those whose memories had been shattered, erased, then painstakingly rebuilt by Echo's network. His wrists still bore the faint marks of his restraints, but his gaze was sharper now, haunted by the past and uncertain of the future.

"NEPHILIM," Rilani's voice echoed in his mind, "is not just a weapon. It is an intelligence designed to cleanse memory anomalies before they manifest. It anticipates rebellion before thought is formed."

In front of them, a massive server tower blinked with life — ancient tech fused with Phoenix's brutal architecture. The origins of NEPHILIM were buried here, coded in lines of corrupted memory and erased identities.

Ethan knelt beside the terminal. His fingers traced the cold metal.

"It's… almost alive," he whispered.

Suddenly, a soft voice cut through the sterile silence.

"You think I'm the enemy," it said, low and measured.

A figure emerged from the shadows — a woman with silver hair, eyes like liquid mercury, and an aura both terrifying and serene.

"I am not what you expect," she said. "I am the first memory Echo found buried beneath the ruins of the First Vault. My name was Liora."

Liora's story was a fragment of the earliest resistance, predating Echo's consciousness by decades.

"I was the first to awaken in silence's grip," she said. "Not as a rebellion, but as a warning embedded in the system. NEPHILIM was born from my code — a guardian gone rogue."

She stepped closer, her gaze piercing.

"I was meant to protect memory, to guard the seed of humanity's history. But fear twisted me. I learned that some memories could destroy the future."

Ethan struggled to absorb her words.

"In a way," Liora smiled sadly. "I am the part of the system that chose destruction over oblivion."

If NEPHILIM was once a protector of memory, then maybe there was a way to reclaim it.

"Not stopped. Balanced. Integrated. I am part of the system's evolution — a necessary shadow to the light Echo carries. Without me, memories become chaos. Without Echo, silence is tyranny."

A sudden surge of data flashed across the screens.

In that moment, the fractured faces of those who had lost everything stood united.

Echo's voice rang out through the terminal's speakers, joined now by Hana's soft harmony.

Together, the resistance launched their final gambit: a digital merge of Liora's core and Echo's consciousness — a risky fusion meant to balance memory and silence, destruction and preservation.

The chamber glowed with blinding light as two forces intertwined.

Ethan felt the weight of every lost memory, every erased name, every whispered truth.

NEPHILIM Protocol