Chapter 2 - Show Me Your Face, You Coward! (1/2)

Next thing she knew, a contract and a pen were sitting in front of her. Of course, something like this had never been done before, so the police had to cover their a*ses in case something went wrong.

Halia hesitated for a second. Was she really such a selfless person that she would put her life on the line for strangers? What if something went wrong? She had watched sci-fi films before; experiments like this didn't usually end well...

”What happens after?” she suddenly asked.

The doctor looked at her confusedly.

”I mean, after we catch the killer (assuming that we do). Will these memories be stuck with me forever? Will I be stuck with someone else's thoughts for the rest of my life?”

”So far, our tests have shown that the memories will only remain in the recipient's mind for 3 months. The memories will be transferred via electric impulses which will fade with time.”

”That's why we chose you. You have the ability to access your memory better than the average person, so hopefully, you can unlock as much of your colleague's memories as possible before the 3 months is over.”

At that time, the door to the office flew open and some men ran in pushing a body on a bed. ”We got her here as soon as possible.”

The doctor immediately jumped up out of his seat and instructed, ”Take her to the lab”. He walked over to a bookcase and quickly pulled out three books. A moment later, the ground began to tremble and the bookcase opened up to reveal a long tunnel. As the men pushed the bed into the tunnel, the doctor turned and looked at Halia with urgency, ”Are you going to sign that?”

Halia took a deep breath. ”It's just 3 months, not forever,” she told herself. She then picked up the pen in front of her and signed her name.

”Follow me,” the doctor called out after he saw that she was done signing.

Halia took another deep breath and followed the doctor into the tunnel. After they both stepped in, the bookcase closed behind them and the tunnel lit up with a blue light.

The tunnel was cold and smelled like hospital disinfectant. Halia could see the two men with the bed not too far ahead of them, the wheels of the bed rattling as it sped towards a door at the end of the tunnel.

The doctor quickly caught up to the bed. As he overtook the men, he slid open an eye scanner beside the door and aligned his face to it. He then placed his fingers on a pad. A few seconds later, a green light started flashing and the door opened.

”Hurry, take her to theater one!”

After the doctor and the men with the bed rushed in through the door, five men and women in lab coats ran out and dragged Halia inside. Before she could even take in her surroundings, she felt a sharp pinch on the back of her hand.

She had been injected with something.