Chapter 11 - THE CHILDREN WHO REMEMBEREDStefan stepped backward.

"Stay away from me."

No one listened.

They continued kneeling.

Pavel noticed something.

Each person had a small scar behind the ear.

The same symbol.

A circle crossed by three lines.

Adrian watched them.

"They recognize their origin."

"What origin?"

"The first template."

Stefan shook his head.

"I'm not their template."

Adrian smiled.

"You're more than that."

He approached.

"You were the only successful subject."

Pavel raised his weapon.

"Step away."

Adrian laughed.

"You still think you're the police."

The lights changed.

Red.

Then the walls opened.

Screens descended.

Thousands of names appeared.

Judges.

Police officers.

Doctors.

Politicians.

Businessmen.

Journalists.

Every disappearance in the region had a name behind it.

Every murder had a signature.

Every fake accident had a payment.

Pavel saw one name repeated hundreds of times.

His own.

His mother's.

His partner Mihai's.

And Lidia's.

"Why was my mother involved?"

Adrian answered:

"Because she was one of us."

Lidia looked away.

Pavel turned to her.

"You were part of this."

"At first."

"And then?"

"I tried to stop it."

Adrian interrupted:

"She didn't try."

He looked at Pavel.

"She succeeded."

Silence.

Adrian continued:

"Thirty years ago, she stole the archive."

"Where is it?"

Lidia said nothing.

Adrian looked toward Stefan.

"He knows."

Stefan's eyes widened.

"I don't."

"You do."

"No."

"You've had it all your life."

Adrian walked closer.

"Your memories were erased."

Then suddenly Stefan screamed.

He fell to his knees.

Images flooded his mind.

A burning room.

People screaming.

Children behind glass.

His mother carrying him.

A man with a syringe.

A black notebook.

And one sentence:

REMEMBER THE SHIP.

Stefan opened his eyes.

"The archive..."

Everyone waited.

"It's inside my head."

Adrian smiled.

Then gunshots exploded.

The chief of police entered with armed men.

"Nobody moves!"

Pavel raised his weapon.

The chief pointed toward Stefan.

"Take him."

The patients surrounding Stefan stood.

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