She wakes up without a clear before. Only silence. Only structure. Only a man who speaks like everything already has a label. Evan says she is safe. Evan says she is recovering. Evan says she is where she is supposed to be. But Faith begins to notice something wrong in the way reality behaves around her. Gaps that don't belong to memory. Questions that answer themselves too cleanly. And a name she was never meant to forget. Mara. The more Faith remembers, the less stable the world around her becomes. And Evan-who should be helping her recover the truth-starts to feel less like a guide... ...and more like someone holding it back. But the most dangerous part isn't what she is remembering. It's what she might have been part of forgetting. Because some truths don't return gently. They return in pieces. And not all of them belong to the past.