He stood up, his legs heavy, and walked to a cracked mirror in the corner of the room. He traced the scar on his jaw. Had he gotten that in a childhood bike accident in Ohio, or was that part of the "Julian" backstory he’d bought from a dealer in Berlin? He tried to summon a memory that didn't feel like a line of code. He thought of a mother's voice, but it sounded like a synthesized recording. He thought of a first love, but her face was a composite of three different stock photos.
The digital walls he’d built to define himself were crumbling. In the silence of the basement, with the screens fading to black one by one, Elias looked back into the mirror. The reflection was a blank slate, a stranger in his own skin. SVRCINA - Who Are You? (Official Lyric Video)
A notification chimed behind him. An anonymous client had sent a single message: "I know who you are." He stood up, his legs heavy, and walked