Ling's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with an unfamiliar ceiling. She sat up with a start, her heart racing as she took in her surroundings. The room was lavish, with plush carpets and expensive-looking furniture. But none of it felt familiar. A figure stood by the window, gazing out at the city below. "Good morning," they said, turning to face her. Ling's eyes widened as she took in the person's features. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly. "I'm someone who knows you," the person replied, their expression softening. "Or at least, I know the person you are now." Ling's confusion deepened. "What do you mean?" The person approached her, holding out a small device. "This is your identification," they said. "Your name is Sophia, and you're a student at a prestigiou

