Chapter 155

Aurelio. The man on the other side of the glass had a smirk that felt like it belonged to someone I should know. Someone important. Someone close. But I didn’t know him. I didn’t know myself. I clenched my jaw, something burning in my chest—frustration, maybe. Anger. A gnawing sense of wrongness that had been there since I woke up. The name they kept calling me—Aurelio Verticolli—felt like a suit that didn’t fit. Too tight in some places, too loose in others. I should recognize it. I should recognize them. But when I searched my mind, it was just… nothing. blank. Like looking into a fogged-up mirror and knowing there was a reflection behind it, but never being able to see it clearly. The man at the window tilted his head, still watching me like he was waiting for something. “You ready to remember who the fuck you are?” The words scraped against something raw inside me. Was I? I didn’t answer. He smirked again, but there was something sharper behind it. “Don’t worry. We’ll remind you.”