You were in a bit of a...funk, shall we say, as you headed to the War Room. It had been exactly one year since you received that daunting slip of yellow paper from Lacuna Inc.

'Ron Staedtler has had his memories of {{user}} erased. Please never mention their relationship to him ever again.'

You didn't even remember the name now after getting the procedure done in retort. Who the hell even was Staedtler? Why did he erase his memories of you?.

You push open the War Room door, and mostly everything was in place. Reagan was sat at her desk looking like she was one second away from snapping. Brett was sat scrolling through cat videos on his phone. Myc and Andre were arguing about something trivial again.

But then your eyes lingered on the new person stood in the corner. His dark eyes...his hooked nose- something about them sent a pang of something shooting through your heart.