Athena sat on the cold metal chair, her wrists still bound, staring at the walls of the dimly lit room.
She ran through every detail of the man she had just met, his voice, his mannerisms, the way he looked at her with a gaze so sharp it felt like it could cut through steel.
There was something painfully familiar about him, like a song she had once loved but forgotten the lyrics to. She wanted to remember. Desperately.
But no matter how hard she tried, no name, no memory surfaced. Just an empty void where recognition should be. She was still lost in thought when the door creaked open again.
He stepped inside. Athena's eyes locked onto his. They weren't filled with malice, nor were they warm.
It was as if she were staring at a stone, hard, impenetrable, void of any true emotion. Yet, the way he looked at her, the intensity in his gaze, made her chest tighten involuntarily.
He exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair. "You don't remember anything, do you?"
