"Newt put his hands against the cool metal of the wall to steady himself as the lift jolted to life. His name, Newt, floated in his thoughts.
But it didn't feel right. It felt wrong. Like someone had broken into his mind and spray-painted it there, a scribble of graffiti. Newt wasn't his real name. Someone had stolen his real name from him. Like everything else. Everything. What made him...him.
Tears leaked from his eyes as he squeezed them shut trying to picture his mom or his dad or his sister. His best friend. His dog. Empty faces stared back, their eyes and noses and mouths scribbled from existence. Newt screamed, then stared upward. Waiting."
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