In a world where memories could be bought and sold, Evelyn found herself standing in the bustling marketplace of Reminiscence Square. Traders hawked their wares—flasks of first loves, vials of childhood laughter, and bottles of long-forgotten dreams—each promising a taste of someone else’s past. But Evelyn wasn’t there to buy; she was there because something precious had been stolen from her.

Just days before, she had woken up to find her most cherished memories missing. The feel of her mother’s embrace, the sound of her father’s laughter, the warmth of family dinners—they were all gone, ripped away as if they had never existed. All that remained was an aching void.

Desperation and anger drove her through the maze of stalls. She had to find the memory thief who had taken her past. Clutched in her hand was the only clue she had: a silver coin engraved with an unfamiliar symbol, found on her bedside table the morning the memories vanished.

Evelyn approached an old merchant known for his dealings in rare fashion but stolen memories

To get it she was going through a maze of evil criminals and henchmen underwood of vice to get it.

The old merchant looked at the coin he said it was rare very few people had obtain it

He gave a list of names

Went yo a gene researcher found who she could be related too

Got him

Getting too him was the next problem