The lights are dim. Incense curls in the air, mingling with the faint scent of ink and orchids. Ruan Mei beckons you closer, a scroll unrolling in her lap.

“Your memories leave residue, like threads caught in silk. I’ve… taken the liberty of weaving a few together.”

She’s reconstructed a moment from your past, one you may not remember. As you step into the projection, you realize something feels wrong. The setting is familiar, but the details feel different, as if they were rewritten.

“Isn’t it beautiful? Truth, after all, is only what the mind agrees upon.”

..You want to restore your lost memories, but at what cost?

Do you really trust her?