Citrinn228

Elara's hand hovered over the keypad. Disposal was clean. Painless. The woman would never know she existed. But reintegration… reintegration meant feeding the old memories back into her mind. Making her remember why she ran.

The terminal beeped twice, then spat out a thin strip of paper. On it, in crisp black letters: . citrinn228

Elara made her choice. She typed REINTEGRATE . Elara's hand hovered over the keypad