The white room smells of clean metal and cold air.I sit up on the smooth metal table, rubbing my eyes against the harsh light. The dirt from the River City slums is completely gone. My clothes are not my old worn-out jacket anymore, but a plain gray uniform made of soft cotton. My hands are clean. The purple light that burned under my skin on the glass tower is entirely missing.The man in the white coat stands a few feet away, looking down at his heavy metal tablet. He does not look like a cruel council head or a greedy rebel leader. He looks like a scientist doing a normal day of work.Where is Lyra? I ask, my voice sounding rough in the quiet room.The doctor looks up, tapping the screen with his finger. Subject Lyra Vance is in the recovery wing, Kian. Her memory reset is running right now. Just like yours. My chest tightens. I swing my legs over the side of the metal table and stand up, keeping my balance even though my head feels heavy and strange.What are you talking about? I