Here is my short story dedicated to @finalbosuX 

Part 1

The Glow of Forgotten Things

The suitcase lay in the center of the room, its edges singed, faint wisps of smoke curling into the air. Its glow had faded, but the echoes of its power lingered in the silence. Around it, bodies sprawled on the floor—guards, scientists, strangers, all unconscious but breathing. The only person standing was her.

The room swayed as she gasped for air. Something profound had changed within her, though she couldn’t say what. Her mind was a fractured puzzle, the pieces jagged and misplaced. There were memories she knew should be there—a childhood laugh, a promise whispered in the dark—but she couldn’t reach them. She didn’t even know her own name.

A flicker of movement in the mirrored glass on the wall caught her attention. Her reflection stared back, wide-eyed and trembling. Her black jacket was singed at the edges, and her fingers crackled faintly with a pale blue light.

“What did you do to me?” she whispered, though no one was awake to answer.

Her chest tightened as alarms pierced the stillness. Red lights flooded the room, and the sound of boots echoed in the hallways outside. She froze, panic clawing at her throat. They were coming for her.

And she didn’t even know why