Do-hyeon searched through the documents all night.
The records were mostly damaged, and the sentences were half-torn.
But one of them.
A piece of untorn paper that holds onto memories
It stopped his eyes.
[A-01 / Experiment Start Point]
The subject exhibits normal cognitive responses, and memory operates within the established frame.
Memory implant target: "Observer D.H."
Purpose of the experiment: Can cloned humans establish their own identity?
Test 1: Encourage them to project themselves into the eyes of others.
Second test: Inducing role confusion between observer and subject.
Status: Believing the memory to be ‘his own’.
Dohyun held his breath.
‘I believe that the memory is my own’
That one line hit me in the head.
A test subject with memories implanted under the name ‘Observer Do-Hyeon’.
That is, he may have been a subject, not an observer.
My hands were shaking.
This was not a simple document.
This is—himselfIs this really ‘Lee Do-hyun’?It was a question about.
That moment.
Close your eyes,
A scene from my childhood came to mind.
Long hallway.
Under the bright white fluorescent lights, a small shadow.
A small self was sitting at the desk,
Opposite him was a man dressed in white.
“Dohyun, this person will be watching you from now on.”
"why?"
“It’s this person’s job to watch over you.”
The man's face was blurred.
But the voice was clear.
“Do you like the name Dohyun?”
The little one nodded.
“…Yes. It’s pretty.”
Then the memory spread.
Bed. Injection. Light.
And a mirror.
The child in the mirror was smiling,
That expression was a perfect smile that Do-hyeon had never seen before.
‘Was that really me?’
‘Or… was it someone playing me?’
I opened my eyes.
The room was still dark, and the tablet screen was on.
A message arrived for Hayoon.
[Jung Ha-yoon]
Dohyun, the health checkup records you received while you were a medical student.
Not registered in the national system.
Some of the resident registration numbers also do not match.
This… you really…
if…
Dohyun covered his forehead with his hand.
I wanted to know the truth,
Now the truth was returning in a form that denied itself.
He muttered.
“…I was… a person with memories.”
“But if that wasn’t my memory…”
And then the man's words suddenly came to mind.
“You can’t stand that face.”
“That’s why I was needed.”