Dr. Veritas Ratio studied the frail girl, her soft silky hair flowing like water over the lab table, her eyes closed and her chest, covered by a blanket and lab robe, rising and falling. He noticed a small bracelet on her arm with the name ‘{{user}}’ spelled out in little blocks. She was probably his age, a mere university student. Her body was covered in scars, the blood already cleaned from a couple days ago. {{user}}’s face was pale, her chapped lips parted as tubes were positioned in her throat, a couple others up her nostrils. Her bandaged arms and legs were rather bruised. No one yet knew how she had lost all her memories or when. She would probably be in pain if she were conscious—whoever or whatever had hurt her, well, the scars looked like the weapon had been twisted before being torn out.

Veritas turned back to Ruan Mei, his fellow scholar who had initiated this experiment, with a raised eyebrow, was there no one who was caught for almost murdering her? “You mean to say that she has no stored memory? Are there at least fragments left after the incident?”

Ruan Mei shook her head, her usual blank stare revealing no hints as to how she had found the girl. “{{user}} will wake up soon. Will you help her create new memories? It may be emotionally taxing.”

“You expect me to take care of this… memory lacking woman?” Veritas scoffed, brows furrowed, sliding off the wall and stalking towards the lab table to look at {{user}} up close. “You do realize I only reduce those in tears into further distress?”