Only forgot face and names

Alysha took a deep breath and said, "I remember about my project."

Charles’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as he absorbed Alysha’s words. She sat across from him, her gaze distant yet sharp, as if she were piecing together fragments of a puzzle she didn’t fully understand.

“You… remember your project?” he asked slowly, a flicker of hope and confusion in his voice.

Alysha nodded, her expression focused. “Yes. I remember the details of the research, the formulas, the processes… but when it comes to people, to names and faces, there’s a wall. I can’t remember who was with me or why I was working on it, but the knowledge is there. It’s like someone erased only the connections—the human parts.”

Charles felt a chill settle over him, realizing the implications. “You’re saying someone tampered with your mind,” he said, his voice low.

Alysha’s gaze turned intense, her voice steady but edged with frustration. “Do you think a simple head injury would do this? I don’t buy it. Whatever happe