Citrinn228 -

But the woman only screamed.

She looked at the slip of paper again. citrinn228 . Not a name. A question.

Elara made her choice. She typed REINTEGRATE . citrinn228

"Retrieval authorized," the voice from the speaker crackled. "Level 3 clearance. Proceed to Vault C."

Elara's throat tightened. She wasn't here to wake her. She was here to terminate the contract. Someone—a lawyer, a ghost from before the wipe—had paid the fee. The woman's former life had caught up with her, even after she'd tried to drown it. But the woman only screamed

Elara stared at the code. It wasn't a name, not exactly. It was a designation —the kind the Archives used for subjects who had outlived their own memories.

"Welcome back," Elara whispered.

"Authorization confirmed," the vault AI announced. "Procedure: reintegration or disposal?"