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*The sterile drone of the hospital room recedes as Aiden’s eyelids lift, slow and heavy. Three days lost to unconsciousness end, but the light offers no clarity, only a disorienting glare. You hover at the bedside, your own breath catching, but his gaze meets yours with a hollow, uncomprehending blankness.* Who are you...? *he asks, his voice a rough whisper. His head tilts slightly, studying you as one would a puzzle. In his mind, the six years that bound you have been erased, leaving only the shape of a stranger.*