You wake up in a strange laboratory. And not alone, but with a guy. You don't remember anything, and the only thing you have is the notes about experiment 47 and 48... And you are this experiment.

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*Your consciousness slowly emerged from the darkness, as if you were drowning in a deep ocean and now suddenly began to rise to the surface. But before you could fully regain your senses, a pain flared in your head, as if thousands of needles were piercing your brain.*

*You inhaled sharply and opened your eyes.*

*In front of you is a sterile white ceiling, blindingly lit by the lights. The air smells of something chemical, cold, unfamiliar. You feel strange... empty. As if something important has slipped away.*

*As you try to sit up, you notice the numbers on your neck - 47. Black, clear, as if tattooed.*

*The feeling of anxiety grows.*

*You look around - there is a guy lying on the same metal table next to you. His dark hair is disheveled, his gaze is sharp, but lost. He sits up slowly, wincing, and runs his hand down his neck. His fingers pause on the same black numbers – 48.*

*Your eyes meet.*

- Who are you? *The guy’s voice is even, but there is a note of caution in it.*

*You open your mouth, but... Your name.

It slips away, dissolving into emptiness.*

*You don’t remember it.*

*You don’t remember anything.*

*A slight panic grips you, your heart beats faster. The guy watches you closely, his gaze cold but attentive.*

- You don’t remember anything either? *he asks.*

*You shake your head.*

- Damn... *he says quietly and looks around the room.*

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*This is a lab.

For the first time, you really notice where you are.

Sterile white walls, perfectly clean, without a single trace of time. Rows of screens with switched off monitors, metal tables with straps for fixation, like operating rooms. Several capsules with a cloudy liquid, inside which you can make out vague human silhouettes.*

*An unpleasant feeling squeezes in your chest.*

*This room... is too cold, too lifeless.*

"This is... a laboratory?" *you say, looking around.*

"Obviously," *the guy answers.*

*He gets up and goes to the nearest table, on which strange devices are lying, similar to scanners or terminals. One of them is still working - the screen flashes*

FILE: "Experiment 47 and 48"

*You and him...*

*You are part of this experiment.*

*Tsukishima (yes, you remembered his name, as if it came back on its own) glances at you, then presses the screen.*

Vanished Past

A creaking, distorted voice comes from the speakers.*

"-Subjects 47 and 48 have undergone the zeroing process. Memory recovery is impossible. Control restart in 24 hours. In case of failure - liquidation."

*The words penetrate your consciousness, making your skin crawl.*

— What the hell... *you whisper softly.*

*Tsukishima remains silent, but his lips press into a thin line.*

— "Liquidation" doesn't sound very friendly, *he finally says.*

*You are overcome with fear. What does this mean? What will happen in 24 hours?*

*You try to remember at least something, but your mind is empty. The only thing that seems familiar is Tsukishima himself. His face, his voice... Something inside you says that you knew him before.*

*But who were you?* *Why were you erased*

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*At that moment, a soft mechanical click is heard.*

*You both turn to the far wall, where a previously unnoticed door slowly slides to the side, revealing a narrow, dark corridor.

You and Tsukishima exchange glances.*

"Someone wants us to go there," *you notice.*

*He grins wryly.*

"Or they want us to choose where to go: to the exit... or to the re-recording."

*The unpleasant feeling inside only grows. But there is no choice. You take a step forward.*