The knock on the door rattled the apartment, making him jump. Outside, a tall man in a dark suit and sharp gaze waited in the hallway.
"Mr. Rivas," he said in a grave tone. "We need to talk about your financial records and your whereabouts in the past 48 hours."
The protagonist stepped back, hands trembling. His memory was still fragmented, but something in the visitor's voice felt familiar. Did he know him? Friend or foe?
He decided not to reveal anything. He grabbed the device from the table and hid it under his jacket, making sure the blue holographic lights stayed off. Every identity was a secret he could not risk.
He tried to stay calm.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said firmly. "There must be some mistake."
The man in the suit studied him, hesitating for a moment, then knocked again sharply.
"Mr. Rivas, this is not a game. If you don't cooperate, it will only get harder for you."
The protagonist swallowed hard. Each profile the device could show him offered clues, but also dangers. Fragments of different lives assaulted his mind:
An elegant dinner, with a heavy ring on his left hand and the feeling of being a responsible husband.
A quick cash transaction, nervous, with someone who seemed afraid of him.
A cold, calculating gaze in a dark corridor… and a name he didn't remember: León.
Each memory seemed to belong to someone else, yet all were him.
Finally, the man left, frustrated and muttering threats. The protagonist exhaled in relief.
He released the device, letting the blue light illuminate his face. He activated the profile of Damián Rivas to reorganize his thoughts and plan his next move.
For the first time, he realized something crucial: his past didn't just haunt him—it could be used to his advantage, as long as he kept it a secret.
As the door closed with a final echo in the hallway, a dark thought ran through his mind:
If anyone discovers this device… no one will be safe.
In that moment, he understood that the true struggle wasn't just discovering who he was, but deciding who he wanted to be—without letting anyone know.