Nathan has spent the last five years trying to leave his past behind. Once an elite operative of The Oath, a secret organization controlling world events from the shadows, he walked away, seeking peace. But one night, he wakes up in a bloodstained room with no memory of the last 48 hours-only to find himself branded as a terrorist and the target of a nationwide manhunt. On the run and unsure if he truly committed the crime, Nathan turns to Riley, a skilled underground hacker, for help. As they dig deeper, they uncover a terrifying truth-his memories have been altered. Clues left behind by Elias Graves reveal that Nathan once broke his unbreakable oath to the organization, but someone wiped his mind to keep him from remembering why. The conspiracy leads to Julian, Nathan's former best friend, who is orchestrating a global web of deception built on manufactured threats and lies. Determined to uncover the truth, Nathan infiltrates The Oath's headquarters for a final confrontation with Julian. But the shocking revelation leaves him shattered-Nathan wasn't framed. He willingly took part in the crime but later chose to erase his own memory to escape the unbearable guilt. A recorded message from his past self forces him to face a critical decision: Expose Julian and bring down The Oath, risking global chaos. Take control of The Oath and become the very thing he once fought against. No matter what he chooses, the cost is high. If he exposes The Oath, the world is thrown into instability, and he is forever hunted. If he takes over, he sacrifices his own ideals, embracing the power he once rejected. In the end, as Nathan looks at his reflection, he sees Julian staring back-proof that the cycle never truly ends. Final Line: "Every man thinks he's the hero of his own story... until he becomes the villain in someone else's."
Bloodstained Memories
Darkness clings to me like a heavy blanket. My body aches, my muscles are tight, and there's a sharp, burning pain in my side. I take a slow breath, trying to steady my head, but even that hurts.
The smell of blood is thick in the air.
I blink, trying to focus. The motel room around me is a disaster. Broken glass covers the floor, catching the flickering neon light from outside. A chair is overturned. Bullet holes mark the walls.
And my hands...
They're covered in blood.
Panic grips me. What happened?
My heartbeat pounds in my chest. I press my fingers against my temple, trying to remember. But there's nothing. A black void where the last two days should be.
A sharp pain pulls my attention to my side. My shirt is ripped, dark with dried blood. Someone-me?-stitched a wound just above my hip. It's messy but holding. I touch it, wincing. It's real. This is real.
But I have no idea how I got here.
I push myself up, unsteady on my feet. I glance at the cracked mirror above the dresser. The reflection staring back at me looks nothing like the man I remember-tired eyes, streaks of dried blood on my face, a haunted expression.
I swallow hard. No time to panic. I need answers.
My eyes land on the motel TV. I grab the remote with shaking hands and turn it on. The screen flashes with static, then a news anchor's voice fills the silence.
The air leaves my lungs in a sharp exhale.
I stumble back, gripping the dresser. No. That can't be right.
The screen changes to a security camera video. A hooded figure steps out of a burning building, smoke billowing behind him. The timestamp says it happened last night.
Then the figure turns slightly toward the camera.
My stomach drops.
It's my face.
No. No, that's not possible.
But it is.
The news anchor keeps talking, but I can barely hear him.
I grip the remote, my knuckles white. This has to be a setup. Someone is framing me. But who?
And why can't I remember anything?
A knock at the door makes my breath hitch.
I freeze.
Another knock, louder this time.
The voice is calm. Professional. They know exactly who I am.
I scan the room fast. Window-too small. No fire escape.
The knock turns into a hard bang.
No time to think.
I yank open the nightstand drawer. Inside-cold metal. A gun. Loaded. Who left this for me?
The doorknob rattles.
Outside, a metallic click-the sound of a gun being cocked.
They're armed.
I need to get out. Now.
The bathroom. Small window. Tight fit, but possible.
The door bursts open just as I dive for cover. Gunfire erupts. Bullets rip through the walls, shattering the mirror.
Adrenaline kicks in. I don't think-I move.
I shove the bathroom window open and squeeze through, glass cutting into my shoulder as I drop into the alley.
The second my feet hit the ground, I run.
Pain screams through my body, but I don't stop.
Voices shout behind me. Footsteps close in.
I vault a chain-link fence, hit the ground hard, roll, and keep moving. My body knows what to do, even if my mind is a mess.
I disappear into the shadows, one thought pounding in my head.
Survive.
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I don't stop until I reach an abandoned industrial lot. Rusted shipping containers tower around me. I press my back against one, trying to catch my breath.
Silence.
For now, I've lost them.
I press my fingers against my temple. Think, Nathan.
Nothing makes sense. My memories are gone. My face is all over the news. Someone tried to kill me.
And worst of all...
I don't know if I actually did it.
I check my pockets. My phone is dead. But then my fingers brush something else.
A folded piece of paper.
I open it and stare at the messy handwriting-my own.
A chill runs down my spine.
Below that, a set of numbers.
Coordinates.
I close my eyes, pushing down the fear. Whoever I was before all this, I left myself a clue.
And I have to follow it.
Because if I don't figure out the truth...
Someone else will.
And I have a feeling I won't like their version of the story.
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