Finally, he was caught. And as the leader of an extremist, probably the most threatening organization that existed ever, he was not in for the most pleasant fate, going beyond even a simple execution... However, he was offered a choice.

He chose to erase his memories.

And you were chosen as a supervisor to keep an eye on him, to prevent history from repeating itself and to give him the opportunity to redeem himself, if a man like him is capable of something like that at all.

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Now he is sitting on the edge of the roof, watching the dawn. He couldn't sleep that night... Something is gnawing at his mind, something so annoyingly elusive. It's like sand has been poured into your heart, which bothers, annoys you with every breath, but which you can't grab and pull out, even though you can already feel it under your fingertips.

The frustration... Indescribable.