Shane woke up the next day to hear an alarm blaring in the background. He didn't know what was going on as he leaned closer to the door and looked through a small space provided to him at the door. Only his eyes could be seen from the outside.
He could see several officers walking here and there with panicked expressions on their faces. He saw them all pulling out their guns and yelling at one another.
"Did you find her?"
"Not yet!"
"F*ck! How could she escape with Cooper in her presence?"
"What do we do now? She's nowhere to be found."
"Maybe she heard he's here and is after his blood?"
"Damn, we have to be careful!"
Shane was confused. He was desperate for the original owner's memories at this point to learn what kind of crime he had committed. He had tried asking several people, but when they heard he had lost his memories, they didn't dare to tell him anything about it.
He had been in suspense for a long time already, but finally he got a clue today.
It seemed his crime was related to a strange girl. So she was also a mental patient here?
Shane was just thinking about it when an officer knocked on his door. The officer said in a rude tone, "Hey, come out. You'll be taken for some questioning."
The door was unlocked as the guard came forward and tied his wrists in chains. Then he dragged the man behind him without saying another word.
All the guards should know that he doesn't remember anything. So why were they even bothering to question him like this?
They took him to the main clinic, where the doctor he had never seen before was pacing back and forth. As soon as he saw Shane coming with a guard, he stopped walking here and there and rushed over, putting his hands on the man's shoulders.
The doctor even shook Shane from head to toe, asking, "Cooper, tell me, do you remember anything?"
Shane shook his head; even if he did remember anything, it wouldn't be his own memories. So he wouldn't be affected even if he knew.
The doctor relaxed a bit after hearing that. He walked back and sat on his seat, making a gesture to the guard to make Shane sit in front of him. He coughed and opened a file.
"Let's see," the doctor said, pointing to a page. "According to this report, you should have gotten your memories back a long time ago, but you didn't. There must be something wrong with your body."
Shane nodded. There was indeed something wrong. The soul itself had changed for some reason, and he didn't even know why hope sent him here. He also didn't know why Tess and Ed were here.
The doctor flipped the page and said, "What we should do is take things a bit slowly at this time, not forcing your brain to remember things that your body deliberately tried to forget. It seems that you must have received a huge shock during the crime you committed, which is a good thing. You must be guilty, right?"
Shane shrugged, indicating he didn't know anything about it.
The doctor sighed and finally stopped at one page. "Here, do you remember this girl?"
Shane's eyes widened as he looked over at the photo pointing to the page.
His reaction wasn't missed by the doctor, whose heart skipped a beat. He asked, 'you remember her?"
Shane came back to himself, shook his head first, then nodded. "I feel she's familiar."
The doctor cursed under his breath and rubbed his face. "She's the victim in your case, the runaway patient from today. Shane, remember one thing. Don't you dare try remembering anything from your past, get it? It won't be good for your health this way."
Shane nodded vaguely, but his mind clearly wasn't on the doctor. So the latter waved his hand and said to the guards, "Take him back. Don't let him wander today;, give him food in his cell."
The guards heard this and dragged Shane back to his cell. He was soon locked inside his cell as he stared at the empty room in a dazed condition.
The reason he was out of it was because he saw a very familiar face right there.
It was Hope.
Damn, what was she doing here? And she was a mental patient? Who got into such a situation because of the previous owner of this body?
Didn't it mean the two of them would be enemies the moment they met?
Shane had always thought that if others were here, he might be able to find Hope too. If he did, he might even be able to stimulate her memories.
But he never thought that the girl herself would become this body's number one enemy.
If the body's original owner had committed the crime in the first place, would Hope seek revenge against him?
He didn't know.
He continued to sit like that for a long time until food was pushed into his cell. He silently took the food and ate it at a slow pace. Then he placed it over the same spot down there in front of the door and knocked it gently, indicating he was done eating.
Just a moment later, he heard the sound of knocking. Someone was standing outside and knocking at a steady speed. Shane frowned and leaned closer. He saw it using the small window on the door and asked, "What is it?"
There was no one in front of him, making him frown. The window was too small. So he could only see the front part of the corridor. If someone would bend over and sit, he wouldn't be able to see anyone.
Shane suddenly felt a trace of discomfort in his heart.
He suppressed his emotion and asked, "What is it?"
No one asked, but the knocking continued.
He took a deep breath. He had an intuition about who could be outside the door. He pursed his lips and wondered if he should take her name or not.
But he was already in this situation. If he didn't think of a way out, the girl might just end up knocking on the door throughout the night.
Oh yeah, why wasn't anyone doing anything about it? A runaway patient was knocking on his door in broad daylight, but no one was coming to fetch the girl.
Don't tell him everyone was dead....
When Shane thought of the heartless Hope for a moment, he realized that it was possible. He took a deep breath and walked closer to the door. Then he asked in a gentle voice, "Hope?"
The voice abruptly stopped, indicating she was the same person he was thinking about. Shane didn't relax, but he turned even more anxious at this time. His heart started beating at an unstable rate as he asked, "Wh-what do you want?"
At this time, the knocking speed at the door suddenly increased. It almost felt as if the girl was trying to kick the door open.
Just when Shane thought this would continue for a while, the guards came and grabbed the girl. The knocking sound stopped as he heard the guards yelling.
"We found her!"
"Damn it, we should have known she would come here!"
"Just how did she know the guy was hiding here?"
"She has always been a smartass!"
The girl yelled and screamed, asking to be left alone, but they all stuffed a cloth in her mouth and dragged her away.
Shane reacted and leaned against the door. He never thought he would end up being afraid of hope. He suddenly missed her lively self, who would tease him, but at the very least, she would always stand by his side.
As compared to now, the situation was way better.
Since Hope had sent him here, he might be able to get his answer at this place.
After deciding what he should do, he immediately started acting on it. The next time the door was opened, it was already dinner time. The prisoners were taken to the ground and left to wander on their own for half an hour. At this time, Shane was free to socialize with anyone else.
He quickly turned around to try and find that fatty man from before.
He didn't have to search any more as he found the round man sitting in one corner. No one approached the man as he sat on the ground, making circles in the dust.
Shane approached the fat man and sat beside him. Neither of them said another word as the fatty man glanced above and asked, "You must want to approach Hope and ask her what's going on, right?"
Shane felt surprised after hearing that. He nodded and asked, "Yeah. How do you know?"
"Don't do it." The fat man stopped making circles and looked at me seriously. "She might just kill you."
"But why would she kill me?"
"If you had remembered what you did to her, you would have killed yourself. She is here because of you."
Shane frowned as he felt a hint of discomfort in his heart. "What did I do? Why is no one telling me about it?"
It was indeed very frustrating.
The fatty man chuckled. "Because you were insane."
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