In the neon haze of New Avalon, the air buzzed not with traffic, but with thoughts. Not yours—others'. Borrowed. Bought. Stolen.Memories were the new currency. And Kael Draven, a once-proud detective of the Neural Enforcement Unit, was now a ghost wandering alleys of recollection.His badge? Gone.His mind? Questionable.His purpose? One last question to answer:Who stole his childhood?---The tech was illegal, of course. Governments banned it after the first neural riots. But like anything powerful, it never truly vanished.People still lined up in flickering backrooms for just a taste—a soldier’s final battle, a rock star’s final concert, a stranger’s kiss on