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Harper Quinn returns to Bellridge Academy after a week of unexplained absence. There’s just one problem: no one remembers her.
Not her old friends.
Not the teachers.
Not even the school records.

She insists she were in Room 13A—but it doesn’t exist. The hallway ends before it reaches that number. Maps skip it. Staff claim it never did. But Harper remembers the soft hum at night, the scribbled symbols on the ceiling, and the girl who used to whisper, “Don’t fall asleep.”

Now Harper is caught in a riddle of memory and time.
Strange fragments of the past flicker through her mind—conversations she had, friends , books with her handwriting inside, and old photographs where her face is just... gone.

The deeper she searches, the more terrifying the truth becomes.....

Room 13A

The version of Harper standing across the white room tilted her head and smiled with a softness that felt entirely wrong.

"I can make it easier," the reflection said. "Let me take it all away. The fear, the confusion… the pain of remembering."

Harper took a step back, fists clenched. "You're not me."

"But I am. I'm the part of you they like. The one who follows rules, who doesn't ask questions. I fit."

"Yeah?" Harper's voice was shaky, but her spine stayed straight. "Then why are you afraid of me?"

The smile faltered for a split second.

A low hum vibrated through the room. The reflection raised a hand, palm out. "You can't win. Every memory you cling to, every truth you uncover—it hurts. Wouldn't it be better to let go?"

Harper remembered Katherine's face.

And the voice on the wall: "Don't trust the glass."

She lunged forward before the thought had finished.

The reflection moved fast–grabbing Harper's wrist, twisting it behind her.

But Harper didn't stop. She used the momentum to pivot and slam her shoulder into the mirror-version's chest. They both hit the ground, rolling.

Pulled out the broken glass shard she'd hidden since the Archives.

"You bled once," Harper growled, holding the shard to the double's throat. "If you're really me, then prove it."

"You're a program," Harper said, realization blooming like wildfire. "You're not alive."

Cracks spidered across the walls like veins.

Somewhere behind her, a voice screamed: "Override detected! Subject Quinn initiating collapse!"

The white began to melt—walls glitching, ceiling pulsing.

Harper backed away from the reflection. "I'm not your puppet. I'm done being rewritten."

She threw the glass shard into the mirror.

And just like that, the copy disintegrated—into static, then into nothing.

Lights buzzed above her, this time dim and blue. The room smelled metallic, and instead of white, this space was all steel and wire. Screens lined the walls—each one flashing memories. Real ones.

Katherine standing on the West Hall steps.

Jamie reaching for Harper's hand in the stairwell.

The first time she walked into Room 13A.

And in the center of the room: a terminal. Blinking. Waiting.

The screen pulsed red. Somewhere far above, alarms blared. The intercom stuttered—voices clashing over one another.

"Subject has accessed Core Memory Protocol—"

Katherine Quinn– Status: Erased.

This was bigger than just her now. Bigger than what she imagined more than she thought...

Chapter 28 Reflection Don't Bleed