Chapter 11 – “The Erasers”
Three weeks later, Kael was clean.
He taught storytelling at the community center on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Kids asked him if the stories were real. He said, “Real enough.”
Then the cases started.
A woman in her kitchen, making coffee. She looked at her husband and said, “Who are you?”
Kael met Dorian at the scene. The house smelled like cinnamon and fear.
“Mnemo crimes don’t do this,” Kael said.
“Someone does,” Dorian said.
They found three more victims in two days. All had seen a “memory wellness” therapist named Dr. Aris Thorne. All had financial trouble. All had something to hide.
Kael touched one victim’s forehead. It was like touching a blank wall. No resistance. No echo. Just nothing.
“This isn’t mnemokinesis,” Kael said. “This is surgical.”
The game had changed.
Chapter 12 – “The Hunt”
The black site was 20 minutes outside the city.
Dorian handled the physical plan. Kael handled the mental.
They went at 2 AM.
Kael found a guard smoking by the back door. He touched him. Not to steal. To read.
The guard’s memories flooded in—his kid’s birthday, his fear of losing his job, his greed for the bonus. Kael sifted through it, found the code, pulled out.
The guard slumped, confused, but unharmed.
Inside, they found files. Names. Dates. A list of 200 people marked for erasure.
And one name circled in red: Kael Ryn.
The alarm sounded.
They ran.
The Erasers knew who he was