In a sealed chamber beneath a dome of monitors, digital pulse reflected in empty eyes.
"He's beginning to stabilize." Said a technician, adjusting a dial.
Beside him, the violet-eyed girl stood still.
"Has he suspected?"
"No. He shouldn't. Not yet."
A projection of Ren walking beside Ashe hovered in the air.
"Then we proceed to Phase Three. Begin personality reattachment."
"Understood."
But the line between illusion and recovery was beginning to blur.
And Ren was starting to dream like he remembered.
Even if he never should.
to be continued...