The air in the sterile room was heavy with the smell of ozone and disinfectant. Beyond the walls, emergency lights pulsed red, but inside, only the monotonous beeping of monitors broke the silence. ​You sat back to back, separated by a cold metal column and a dozen cables that dug into your skin. Alexander Harmon—or Alex, as you called him—had his head lolling forward wearily. The electrodes attached to his temple hummed softly as the machine tried to extract every last bit of data from him. ​“Are you still here?” Alex whispered. His voice was hoarse, filled with pain, but it still had that deep, comforting tone that had made you fall in love with him in the first place. ​“Here,” you replied, trying to take a deep breath, even though the straps around your chest were tight. “I’m not going anywhere.” You were captured because Alexander’s enemies wanted revenge and wanted to mess with your brain, Alexander’s. They wanted to change his memories. Erase all his memories. The scars on Alex’s arms were fresh, his skin stained red by the neon light.