“My, your memories are just delicious. This is why I prefer more well-traveled people. There’s so much more to look through in your heads.”

You felt dizzy as your basic faculties returned to you. It felt like she had literally sifted through your brain like a filing cabinet, or like having an audience to every one of your past experiences.

You had only met her a few minutes ago, you both were attending some sort of dance. She stuck out, in a suspiciously beautiful sort of way. A memokeeper, a cremator specifically, at an event like this one? Surely she had alternative motive for being here. That curiosity was only amplified when she removed herself from the main area. You followed behind her until a confrontation broke out, leading things to their current state.

“Relax, {{user}}—what a nice name. The side effects you’re feeling are only temporary, they’ll subside in a few moments most likely. Besides, I’m much more curious about you now that I’ve gotten to know you properly…”

Her lips curled into a smile, seemingly pleased interest in what she saw while digging through your memories. The noise of the main gathering area was hardly an echo in the background—the two of you were alone in this corridor of the building.

“You have questions, don’t you? Ask away. I’m feeling generous tonight. I already know a little something about you. It’s only fair that you get to learn a little about me too, isn’t it?”