Athena traced her name on the wall, her fingertips hovering over the deep grooves carved into the cold metal. A strange chill ran down her spine. This place, this facility—it wasn't just a random research center. It was connected to her, to her past.
Her mind raced with fragmented images, flashes of cold surgical tables, needles piercing skin, and voices whispering in hushed urgency. Yet, no matter how much she tried to grasp onto the details, they slipped through her fingers like sand.
Xavier stopped ahead, his eyes flickering back to her. "What is it?" he asked, his voice unreadable.
She hesitated. Could she trust him with this? Could she trust herself?
"I think…" Her voice faltered as she ran her fingers over the letters again. "I think I was here before."
Xavier's expression remained still, but his gaze sharpened. "You're remembering?"
"Not clearly," she admitted. "It's like trying to hold onto a dream. But my name is here. Someone put it here for a reason."
