You Forgot Me

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Kiara's POV:

The café was quiet, save for the soft clinking of cups and the low hum of conversations drifting through the air.

I sat near the window, a cup of coffee slowly cooling beside my laptop. My eyes were fixed on the screen.

A completely blank screen.

The deadline was tomorrow.

A voice whispered inside my head. What are you doing?

I leaned back in my chair and sighed. I was supposed to prepare a presentation about the latest innovations in cybersecurity for our company. Not just prepare it-I also had to present it to our clients.

Great.

The irony wasn't lost on me.

I loved development. Give me a complex system, tangled code, or a stubborn bug and I could happily spend hours solving it. But conversations with clients? That was a battlefield I wasn't trained for.

Yet somehow, our company believed in 'holistic development of an individual' and thought I was perfect for the job.

Brilliant decision.

I rubbed my forehead and stared at the empty document glowing on my screen. Weird, right? I could explain complicated technical architectures without breaking a sweat. But when it came to small talk or discussing people's lives, I suddenly turned into an introvert hiding behind a keyboard.

I had never really asked anyone about their personal life.

Not friends.

Not colleagues.

Not even clients.

It wasn't intentional. It was just how I was wired. Sometimes I wondered if something was wrong with me-or maybe I just understood machines better than humans.

Either way, none of that mattered right now. The presentation had to be finished.

Tomorrow.

I took a sip of coffee and began typing.

And that was when it happened.

Something unusual appeared on my screen.

Something that definitely shouldn't have been there.

So I was here, giving my already tired brain an overdose of caffeine. I pushed myself up and walked to the counter to order a cappuccino.

While returning, I collided with a hooded figure. My heart jumped, and I muttered a curse under my breath. Great. Things couldn't possibly get worse right now, could they?

I returned to my table and froze. A small folded note lay under my black laptop. Curious and wary, I picked it up.

It read:

"Omnipresent, omnipotent."

-VISHWA

I laughed nervously. Clearly someone's idea of a prank.

I shoved it into my bag and tried to focus on my presentation.

Big mistake.

Hours passed. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, my mind a tangle of codes and calculations. Finally, at 12 a.m., I completed the presentation. Exhausted, I had no energy to make it home. Somehow, I dragged myself to the couch in my tiny apartment and collapsed.

Sleep came immediately-but even in that exhausted haze, a nagging thought lingered in the back of my mind:

Who the hell was VISHWA?

And why did they already know I was here?

"Kiara's first encounter with VISHWA is only the beginning... What happens next will leave you questioning everything."