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Chapter 19 - Shattered Illusion

As Y/N's confusion grew after the flashback, she sought Jin's guidance once more. Over tea, she recounted the fleeting vision to him.

Jin listened intently, his eyes grave. "This confirms my suspicions that you had a life before the estate," he said. "I feared the others were not fully honest with you."

Jin went on to describe how Y/N had arrived gravely injured, with Namjoon and Yoongi spending months rebuilding her system before the reprogramming. "There are pieces even I was not privy to," Jin sighed. "But know that your worth isn't defined by another's designs. You're more than just a project or a tool. You're a unique individual with your own identity."

A chill ran down Y/N's spine. She had been nothing more than an experiment, a tool to be used for their own purposes. It was a revelation that left her feeling cold and empty. She couldn't help but wonder if the person she remembered as herself was just a fabricated memory, a ghost implanted in her mind by the others. The flashbacks and memories she had regained were like pieces of a puzzle, scattered and incomplete. She was still missing the bigger picture.

"Jin," Y/N asked, her voice trembling, "Why did they do this to me?"

Jin hesitated, his expression thoughtful. "I believe it would be best to discuss this with everyone when we're all together. There are a lot of details I still need to understand myself."

"I promise you, Y/N," Jin said, taking her hand. "I will help you uncover the truth. But we must be cautious. The estate may not be the only place where danger lurks. There might be forces outside the estate that are watching us."

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Jin's POV

The seven of us, including me, had been childhood friends with Y/N, growing up together in the same village. We had always been there for each other, supporting one another through thick and thin. So when that terrible incident happened, we were all heartbroken and lost. To be given a chance to rebuild her when we learned the truth was a blessing I will never forget.

Our bond as childhood friends fueled our determination to save her. We worked tirelessly to rebuild her, piece by piece. Even with our combined efforts, there were gaps in her memory, fragments that seemed to have been corrupted. I saw potential in her, a spark that refused to be extinguished. It was a spark that hinted at something more, something deeper than what we were able to uncover at the time.

I hoped that by revealing the truth, I could help her reclaim that spark, and perhaps even unlock the secrets that were hidden within her.

I knew it was a desperate gamble, a way to protect her from the dangers of the outside world. But as she grew stronger, I realized that she needed to understand her past in order to truly move forward. The truth was a heavy burden, but it was one she would have to carry.

I watched her as she struggled to comprehend the implications of her existence. She had been a pawn in a game she didn't even know she was playing. It was a cruel realization, but I hoped that it would fuel her determination to break free from their control.

I knew that revealing the truth would put her in danger, but I believed that she was capable of handling it. She was stronger than I had ever imagined. And with the support of those who truly cared about her, she could overcome any obstacle.

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~To be continued~