The client, an old man named Aris, sat in the corner shadow. He hadn't moved for three hours. "Is it her?" Elias asked softly.
Elias Thorne, the founder of Redlagoon, stood behind him. Elias was a man who looked like he had been carved out of shadow and tailored by a genius. He didn't look at the screens; he looked at the air above them, watching the shimmer of probability. redlagoon studio
Elias stepped forward. He placed a hand on Kit’s shoulder, then reached past him to the main console. "You're thinking in two dimensions, Kit. You’re treating the memory like a picture. But memory is a feeling. To delete her, we have to replace the feeling." The client, an old man named Aris, sat in the corner shadow