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I made Jax and I to learn strategies to engage with her, focusing on the present moment rather than dwelling on the past. I discovered that music had a profound effect on her, stirring fragments of forgotten memories buried deep within her mind. I created playlists filled with her favorite songs from different eras, hoping to unlock a door to the past. As we sat together, I held her hand, watching as her eyes lit up with a glimmer of recognition, her voice recounting stories from her youth, even if she couldn't recall their details or the people involved. She told stories of my mum, her sister and of me sometimes not knowing that I was the one.

Was this a sign that our friendship was slowly mending? "I think reading books will slow us down," Liam finally said, interrupting my thoughts. I leaned in. "Then what should we do?" "I personally think visual memory is the strongest," he said, waiting for my response. But I still didn't understand his point. "Let's go see the play this weekend."

Logan clicked the remote, and suddenly, a transparent, glowing orb appeared in the middle of the city. It looked almost like something from an anime or a sci-fi film, as if a force field had enclosed the entire city. Inside the orb, images began to form—buildings, shops, schools, streets. The city's history slowly unfolded in front of their eyes. First, thirty years ago, then twenty years ago, ten years ago, and finally, present-day Ashenford. The city's rapid development played out before them, evoking memories of the past and leaving everyone in awe.

"Dude, you're playing a risky game here." I shot a glance at Henry, who was grinning foolishly. 'Look at this joker,' I muttered inwardly. 'He's clueless—getting cheated and still acting all carefree.' Henry quickly averted his eyes, his expression suddenly serious as he fixed his gaze on me with exaggerated focus.

MARIE The routine continued. I got tired of trying to fight the waiter. I never won any of my battles that way. I always win with my mind. So I had to think. But to think properly, I had to be of a sound mind, and I was far from that.

~ ALISTAIR ~ It backfired. The operation. The bet-like operation. I'm supposed to be the master here. The one with the game console, always deciding the pace. Why the fuck am I the one always getting flustered after each encounter?! No. Something's wrong. I lean back against my chair, staring at nothing, swivelling left and right. What does a gamer do when they keep losing the game? ‘Recharge and re-strategize’ the voice in my head whispers.

He’s six-foot eleven, and somewhere along the way, I’ve closed the distance, but haven’t quite gotten to seven-foot status. My brain, on the other hand. A brutal, unrelenting game of mental chess where no outcome is dismissed—only cataloged. Ranked. Filed. Shelved. Ready. Just like his. For him, it’s simple observation. Files and dockets of data stored and stowed. For me…

Matt froze mid-scratch. He and the other guys turned around at the same time, and they realized that other guys were rotting too! Even the instructor's eyes had gone red. He gritted his teeth while scratching desperately at the corners of his mouth and his arms! A girl from our class nudged me. "Wendy, you and Aurora are best friends, right? And Matt is your ex-boyfriend? You must know something, right?" "Is it a disease or something else? We just started freshman year. We can't die here!"

I grab them and inspect them, pursing my lips as I read the descriptions. Would Soren enjoy these games? One is a so called ‘escape room in a box’ while the other is an intricate game of world domination and war. If the other games are too simple, then these must be a good way to keep our minds sharp, right? Right. Out of the corner of my eye, movement catches my attention. I look up from the boxes, leaning to the side to try and see what it was. Goosebumps slowly form across my skin, the back of my neck tingling from anticipation. I swallow the lump that forms in my throat and place the boxes of games inside the metal grocery cart, looking up at the solider.

Henric quietly took the tablet and played a game called the strongest brain. The number game he played last time was not enough for him. He thought it was too simple. This time, this strongest brain game was a little difficult. He was very interested in the challenge. The more difficult it was, the more he wanted to challenge it. Stacy patted her daughter gently while reading the information that Cathy had given her. In front of him, Harry was reading the information that was sent to him by Jack, but he couldn't read a word. He wanted to look at the back from time to time.