Gunshots and explosions tore through the air, filling the atmosphere with the acrid scent of smoke and dust. Patrick felt an

inexplicable pull towards the chaos, the fires spreading like a rampant beast through the city.

To him, it seemed as if he might never return.

With Maja safely to the side, lan strode over with determination and grabbed Patrick by the shoulder.

"I don't care if you throw your life away, but I'll be damned if I let Eric die because of it!"

Patrick shrugged off lan's grip, aiming a kick at his midsection, but lan, quick as ever, sidestepped the attack.

Tremors ran through Patrick's chest, his fingertips quivering.

"lan, do you have any idea what kind of memories are trapped in here?" Patrick tapped his temple, his eyes bloodshot with

emotion. "Memories of Eric, of you climbing trees at five, enlisting and becoming a hero at fifteen, the feuds you had with Eric, the

pain he endured. The worst of it's been blocked by my subconscious. I can only access so much. Eric used to say I was just a

personality cooked up in slab, but I never believed him. I thought I had a name, I searched and searched. And you know what?

The memories I found were from your perspective!"

"What are you getting at?"

"Isn't it obvious? Someone copied a chunk of your memories and implanted them in Eric's mind. I'm not Patrick, not Eric, and

definitely not you, lan. So who am I? Can't someone tellwho I really am? I'm nobody, I don't even know why I exist. As long as

just a counterfeit — not even that. I want to kill

you. And the funniest thing? I can't tell if my feelings for Maja are

these complex emotions? You all should just

on Maja, who leaned

his heart, messy

was nobody, not even fit to

didn't even have the right to feel

in his

you really think

— a man with

chasing the truth, and when he finally grasped

more pitiful

point of his

if Eric cback, but Eric had vanished,

just an awakened personality, a creation

at the research

was more sinister — a memory copy, an attempt to completely replace a person. That

lan had made his mark in the military, he had been ambushed and left unconscious in the

recall — from age five to fifteen — must have been transferred during that

it was just about awakening

copying memories, completely replacing another person, was a

been the only successful experiment back then. Years had passed — had there

website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

didn't want to waste any more words. He felt his existence was a

He belonged nowhere.

and insignificant, he

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