"Adrian, are you in there?"
Elias remained still for a moment, his gaze fixed on the door. The voice behind the thin wood sounded young, slightly breathless, and implied a level of familiarity far too close to the original owner of this room. He cast a brief glance at the cracked smartphone on the desk, then looked back at the door. So, this was one of Adrian's acquaintances. Or perhaps, his friend. Whatever his status, Elias had absolutely no intention of opening that door until he knew exactly who he was dealing with.
"Adrian?" The voice called out again, this time accompanied by another knock. "We're going to be late."
Elias frowned. Late for what? Right as the question formed, fragments of an unfamiliar memory drifted to the edge of his consciousness. A classroom. A university campus. Stacks of books. A class schedule. The memories didn't surface as complete, intact pieces, but rather as weak, disjointed, and random impressions. Yet, it was enough to give him an answer: College. Apparently, this young man named Adrian Kaelen had a routine waiting for him.
Elias looked down at his borrowed body. His physical condition was still abysmal. The System had even classified his status as 'unstable,' and judging by the weakness creeping through his legs, forcing himself to walk across campus was certainly not a good idea. Besides, he had much more important things to deal with. Marcus Vance was still out there roaming free. And Elias had no intention of wasting his second chance at life just to sit and listen to a classroom lecture. He finally reached out and turned the doorknob.
A young man stood in the doorway. He looked to be around the same age as Adrian, perhaps slightly taller. His dark hair was neatly combed, a stark contrast to the disheveled reflection Elias had seen in the mirror earlier. The young man looked fresh and quite well-groomed. A backpack hung from one of his shoulders, while one hand gripped a lit smartphone displaying the time. The moment the door opened, a look of sheer relief washed over his face.
"You finally opened it." The young man's gaze quickly swept over Elias from head to toe. "You look terrible."
Elias did not respond.
The young man frowned. "Are you sick?"
Still no answer. An awkward silence slowly settled over the two of them. Elias observed him carefully. There was indeed a look of concern on the young man's face, but the expression didn't feel entirely natural. His eyes darted around too quickly, as if he were confirming something rather than simply making sure Adrian was okay. Interesting. The memories inside Elias's head finally offered up a name: Leo. Leo was Adrian's friend. At least, that was the conclusion drawn from the remaining fragments of memory.
Leo glanced toward the dormitory hallway. "We have to leave now. The professor doesn't tolerate lateness anymore, remember?"
"I'm not going." The answer slipped out so quickly that even Elias was slightly surprised by how naturally the words left his mouth.
Leo blinked in confusion. "What?"
"I'm not going to class."
Leo stared at him in disbelief. "Why?"
"I have something I need to do."
"Like what?"
Elias's expression remained flat and unreadable. "Something."
Leo's eyebrows knitted tightly together. "Adrian, we're already running late. Whatever your business is, you can do it after class."
"No." The answer was delivered calmly. Absolute and undeniable.
Leo seemed to have trouble processing the rejection. "Come on. You already skipped class yesterday."
"I told you, I'm not going."
"But why?"
Elias looked him dead in the eye. "Because I have business to take care of."
Leo's countenance shifted slightly. "What business?"
Elias stayed silent. Leo waited. When the silence dragged on, the young man stepped closer. "What exactly are you doing?"
"Nothing you need to worry about."
"Then tell me."
Elias's eyes narrowed sharply. Leo seemed to realize that his prodding was starting to sound aggressive. However, instead of backing down, the young man forced an awkward smile. "Come on, Adrian. We're friends, right?" Elias remained unfazed. "There shouldn't be any secrets between us," Leo continued.
The sentence was spoken in a casual tone. Yet, there was something beneath those words that instantly caught Elias's highly trained ears. There shouldn't be any secrets between us. Rather than sounding like the genuine concern of a friend, the phrase felt much more like a demand.
Elias leaned his shoulder slightly against the doorframe. "You don't need to know everything."
Leo's smile vanished in an instant. "Why are you acting like this?"
"Like what?"
"You're being weird."
Elias almost smiled cynically. Weird. Perhaps. But the fact was, he was not Adrian. And if Leo had spent enough time around the real Adrian, sooner or later the young man was bound to notice the change. Even so, Elias had absolutely no intention of offering any justifications.
Leo glanced toward the end of the hallway again. "Adrian, seriously. Just come with me. We can talk about whatever is bothering you on the way."
"I'm not going."
"You said you had something to do."
"I do."
"Then what is it?"
Silence. Leo's patience seemed to be wearing thin. "What could possibly be more important than class?"
Elias stared at the young man for a long moment. There was something deeply unsettling about the way Leo continuously tried to corner him.
"I don't think that's any of your business."
Leo's body went stiff. "Adrian."
"What?"
"I'm just trying to help."
"I didn't ask for your help."
Leo's mouth opened, then clamped shut again. For a moment, he looked genuinely bewildered by the reaction. To Elias, it was an almost comical sight.
Leo took another step forward. "There are no secrets between us, Adrian. You know that."
Elias's expression finally hardened completely. He stood up straight, no longer leaning against the doorframe, and fixed Leo with a piercing glare. "What exactly are you trying to find out?"
Leo froze. "I—nothing."
"You've already asked me where I'm going three times."
"That's because you're acting strange."
"And?"
Leo hesitated. Elias continued to stare at him sharply. A long silence stretched between them. Finally, Leo forced out a small, discordant laugh. "You're my friend. I have the right to be worried, don't I?"
Elias's gaze remained as cold as ice. "Concern doesn't require an interrogation."
The muscles in Leo's jaw tightened. "I'm not interrogating you."
"Yes, you are."
"I just want to know where you're going."
Elias exhaled slowly. His patience was completely depleted. "And what exactly are you going to do if I don't tell you?" Leo was struck completely speechless. Elias stepped closer, closing the distance between them. "Follow me?"
Instinctively, Leo took a half-step back. The reaction was minuscule, barely noticeable, but Elias caught it. He always recorded every behavioral detail in his surroundings. The original Adrian might not have noticed it, but Elias's forensic instincts processed everything.
Leo's expression turned awkward. "Why are you being so hostile?"
"I'm not being hostile."
"You clearly are."
Elias stared at him intently for several seconds. When he finally spoke, his tone was quiet, yet heavy and oppressive. "Were you never taught about personal boundaries at home?"
Leo froze entirely. The dormitory hallway seemed to suddenly become soundproof. For a few tense seconds, neither of them spoke a word. Leo stared at Elias with wide eyes, as if he had just heard a stranger speaking through his friend's mouth.
"Personal boundaries?" he repeated in disbelief.
"Yes." Elias's gaze didn't waver in the slightest. "Everyone has them."
Leo swallowed hard. "I was just..."
"Trying to be a friend?" Elias cut in mercilessly.
"Yeah."
"Then act like one."
The words were not spoken loudly. They didn't need to be. Leo looked genuinely shell-shocked. His eyes busily searched Elias's face, perhaps hoping to find the familiar, nervous expression Adrian always wore. But there was absolutely nothing there. No apology. No hesitation. No fear. There was only a ruthless, unreadable, ice-cold stare.
Leo's fingers gripped his backpack strap even tighter. "Okay." He forced a stiff smile. "Fine. If you don't want to come, then... don't." Elias didn't reply. Leo took a step backward. "I'll go ahead." Still no response. "See you later, Adrian."
"Yeah," Elias answered curtly.
Leo's steps paused for a moment. He looked as though he wanted to say something else, but ultimately decided against it. "Right." He turned around and hurried down the hallway. The sound of his footsteps slowly faded toward the stairs, until they were eventually swallowed by the distance.
Elias remained standing in the doorway until he was absolutely certain Leo had gone. Only then did he close the door and turn the lock. The soft click brought silence back to Room 402. Elias stood frozen for a few seconds. Slowly, the look on his face shifted. That interaction had given him far more information than his conversation partner likely realized.
Leo knew the old Adrian very well. Well enough to instantly notice a drastic change in his personality. Yet strangely, the young man didn't immediately question whether his friend was dealing with a serious problem. Instead of checking on his safety or sanity, Leo had tried to pressure him and dig for information. That was highly suspicious.
Elias walked back to the desk. His eyes glanced briefly at the cracked smartphone screen. The System's previous warning immediately echoed in his head: Unauthorized access to Host's personal records is prohibited. Fine. He didn't need the phone. Not yet.
He moved to the leaning wardrobe and rummaged through its contents. Most of the clothes inside were worn out, faded, and smelled unpleasant. After a brief search, he found what he needed: a faded black jacket and a dark baseball cap. He pulled both items out and tossed them onto the mattress. Next, he felt underneath the mattress. Empty. He checked the desk drawer and found only a stack of old receipts, a few pens, and some old lecture notes. Finally, he discovered a worn leather wallet tucked beneath a pile of thick textbooks.
Elias opened the wallet. Inside was a student ID card, a few crumpled bills, a bank card, and a photograph. He barely glanced at the photo before sliding it back into its place. He didn't care. Not today. He grabbed the wallet and slipped it into the inner pocket of his jacket.
The System's recommendation echoed in his mind once again.
[Immediate recommendation: Rest and nutritional intake.]
Elias ignored it. He put on his jacket, pulled the brim of the cap down to shadow his eyes, and stared at his reflection in the cracked mirror one more time. The face staring back at him was still not his own. It didn't matter. He had a name now. Adrian Kaelen. He could handle that new identity later. For now, there was only one name that meant anything at all.
Marcus Vance.
Elias tugged the brim of his cap down even further. "I will find you."
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Chapter 11
Before he knew it, Elias had spent the better part of the week acclimating to the monotonous and suffocating life of Adrian Kaelen. The coursework was trivial. His dorm room was nothing more than a tolerable prison cell. The System remained irritatingly silent as long as he didn't cross the line. But the university itself was beginning to become a nuisance, particularly the people who, for whatever reason, felt entitled to his time. Leo was the chief offender among them. They sat across from one another in the campus cafeteria, enveloped by the midday cacophony of overlapping conversations, scraping chairs, and the mechanical hum of vending machines. Elias held a paper cup of black coffee, his expression perfectly flat, while Leo absentmindedly picked at the remains of his lunch. "So," Leo said around a mouthful of fries, "what are your plans for this weekend?" "Something." Leo looked up, raising an eyebrow. "That sounds highly suspicious, like an answer specifically designed to
Chapter 10
The next morning, Elias arrived before the lecture hall was even half full.He didn't hesitate. He chose the exact same seat he had claimed the day before—front row, slightly to the left of the lecturer's podium. It was a stark contrast to Adrian Kaelen’s usual sanctuary at the back of the room, a place where he could seamlessly disappear among students far more interested in their phone screens than in forensic pathology.Leo, arriving a few minutes later, noticed immediately."You’re doing it again."Elias briefly looked up from the open notebook in front of him. "Doing what?""Sitting here." Leo dropped heavily into the adjacent chair and cast a bewildered glance toward the empty, tiered rows behind them. "You know, normal Adrian sits back there.""Maybe normal Adrian got tired of sitting back there."Leo stared at him for a long, searching moment. "You've really changed, you know."Elias closed the notebook with a soft thud. "Is that a problem?""No." Leo leaned back, crossing his
Chapter 9
Elias arrived at the lecture hall early. Instead of heading for the back rows, he walked straight down the aisle and took a seat right in the very front.Leo froze halfway up the steps. His eyes widened, staring at his friend as if Elias had just announced his intention to jump off the roof of a building."Are you sick?" Elias glanced over his shoulder. "No." "Then what are you doing?" "Sitting." "Up front?" "Yes."Leo hurried over to him, dropping his voice into a panicked whisper. "We always sit in the back. Especially in Professor Sterling's class. You know that."Elias simply shifted his gaze to the empty lecturer's podium. Valerie Sterling. The name on last night's assignment sheet. The name that had instantly triggered a shift in Marcus's expression within his memories."I just want to try something different," Elias said flatly.With a long sigh of surrender, Leo dropped into the seat beside him. "You know, Adrian... lately you've really been scaring me."A few minutes later, t
Chapter 8
Marcus's fingers tightened around Valerie's waist as the rumpled sheets shifted beneath them.The bedroom was dim, illuminated only by the warm glow spilling from the bedside lamp in the corner. Valerie's breathing was heavy and ragged, yet her instincts quickly caught that something was wrong. Marcus was usually highly controlled, even in the most intimate of moments. Tonight, however, there was an odd impatience in his every move. A roughness that made it painfully clear his mind was elsewhere.Valerie turned her head, studying the man's face. "What's wrong with you tonight?"Marcus didn't answer."Did the conference go poorly?""My conference was perfect," Marcus replied. His voice was flat, almost mechanical.Valerie watched his face for a few moments. "Then what is bothering you?"Marcus finally looked at her. His dark eyes emanated a tension he rarely displayed. "One name."Valerie frowned. "Whose?"Marcus remained silent. Valerie studied his expression, rewinding recent convers
Chapter 7
The internet café was nearly empty when Elias finally found what he was looking for.He had spent hours jumping from one article to another, tracking down names, dates, and fragments of information scattered across old news reports. The initial reports described Elias Thorne’s death as a sudden and tragic incident. A brilliant forensic pathologist, only days away from reviewing another major case, had collapsed and died inside the St. Jude autopsy suite.Cause of death: acute cardiac failure.Elias stared at the glowing monitor. He read the sentence three times before forcing himself to continue reading.The official reports stated that no signs of foul play were found. The toxicology screening apparently revealed nothing suspicious. The autopsy had been conducted by a team from St. Jude, with Marcus Vance acting as the senior consultant who reviewed the findings.Elias’s eyes narrowed sharply.There it was. Marcus was involved in the investigation. Not as a suspect, but as one of the
Chapter 6
Cold water struck Elias's face.He jerked awake, gasping greedily for air. For a few seconds, he had absolutely no idea where he was. His throat still burned, his chest felt tight, and a sickening exhaustion pinned his body down. A weak fluorescent light flickered above him, casting harsh shadows across a stained ceiling.Then, someone nudged his leg with the toe of a heavy boot. "Get up."Elias blinked. He realized he was lying on a narrow bench inside what appeared to be a security room. A battered desk occupied one corner, surrounded by monitors displaying various sections of the institute. A metal cabinet stood against the wall, and the air in the room smelled like a stale mix of coffee, sweat, and disinfectant.A security guard towered over him, holding an empty plastic bottle that dripped the last of its water. "You awake?"Elias slowly pushed himself up to sit. His first thought upon opening his eyes wasn't about this room. It wasn't about Adrian Kaelen. It wasn't even about th
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