I woke up in a bright room. Everything seemed white, and I closed my eyes, groaning painfully. My knees were bruised. My wrists were being tied down and I couldn't move. What was going on?
"Do you remember your name?" A voice asked me. I struggled to open my eyes and turn my head. A middle aged man was sitting across the room, waiting, and expressionless. Ally Kendrick. Yes, that was my name.
"Yes, I remember." My voice came out strange, a bit deeper, and groggy, but still my voice. My throat was dry and uncomfortable, I wondered if there was water anywhere.
"Can you tell me your name?" The man asked flatly.
"No." I responded without hesitation. He smiled, the first flicker of expression I had seen in him.
"Good to know your personality hasn't changed." Who was this man, did he know me? I certainly didn't know him.
"Do you know what year it is, Miss Kendrick?" He got up and walked over to a mirror on the back wall. What a strange question.
"2015." He looked over at me,
"Sir," I added. He shook his head like I was a complete disappointment.
"Just so you're up to date, Miss Kendrick, it's 2021." No, how could that be? The last thing I remembered was going to bed, the day I told Constance about the mystery on Movellas.
"We've erased your memory, you won't be able to remember the last six years." He said this without looking at me. Erased my memory, was that possible? Could I ever get it back? This man seemed to know what I was thinking.
"Don't worry, we'll give it back to you. But only if you do us a favor." Something was up, and I didn't feel safe at all. Being chained to a table didn't help.
"What kind of favor?" I asked him.
"It's simple enough. We want you to spend three months at a private school in Virginia. Very few people know about it, only very rich college students attend. We're going to give you five names. Two girls, three boys. You're going to get to know these people, tell us everything you learn about them, and at the end of the three months, you'll come back here, and your memory will be returned. Assuming you accomplish this, don't reveal your true identity to anyone, and pass the little test we'll give you on your last week there." It didn't sound simple in my opinion.
"Why do you want me to do this? What's it for? How does it help you?"
"That, is none of your concern. Do the job, and get back your memories. The rest is classified. But if you wish to leave without your memories,"
"NO!" He smiled again, but this time it scared me. His smile was twisted, and there was something wrong about it.
"I'll do it." I muttered, looking away. He nodded and left the room. With time alone, thoughts began to flood my mind. Where was my family? What had I been doing in the last six years that got me here? And why was my last memory, the day I really became curious about the people who disappeared on Movellas?