Chapter 7: The Final Scrub

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This entry is part 7 of 18 in the series My Brother Paid Me $200k A Year To Forget What He Did To Our Sister On Sub-Level 4

My Brother Paid Me $200k A Year To Forget What He Did To Our Sister On Sub-Level 4

Chapter 1: The Eight-Hour Contract

Chapter 4: The Diner Confrontation

Chapter 8: Stefan’s Revelation

Chapter 9: The Forged Signature

Chapter 14: The Unstoppable Protocol

Chapter 15: The Unspoken Verdict

Chapter 17: The Weight of Silence

Chapter 18: The Price of Freedom

👉 Previous Decision: You chose to play along, hide the note, and attempt to observe Marcus’s routines quietly, leading to Marcus signaling security to block your exit.

Marcus’s smile was sad, almost sympathetic. The security guards, their faces impassive, gripped my arms and propelled me towards the heavy leather chair in the center of Sub-Level 4’s main chamber.

I struggled, but their hold was like iron bands. The cold leather of the chair pressed against my back as they forced me down, strapping my wrists and ankles. The metallic tang of fear filled my mouth.

Marcus leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. He reached into my pocket, his fingers closing around the crumpled note I had hidden. He pulled it out, unfolded it, and looked at my frantic handwriting.

He produced a sleek metal lighter, igniting a small flame. The paper curled, then blackened, turning to ash that floated silently to the floor.

“I did this to protect the family, Julian,” Marcus said, his voice a quiet murmur, completely devoid of anger. “This world… it’s brutal. You don’t understand.”

The heavy headpiece descended, locking into place around my skull. The hum of the machine intensified, a low, throbbing thrum that resonated deep in my bones.

“This is for your own good,” he added, just before the aggressive, high-dosage neurological reset triggered. A blinding white light filled my vision, then darkness.

The next morning, I woke up in my clean, quiet apartment. The sun streamed through the window. I stretched, yawned, and walked to my suit closet. Another peaceful $200,000-a-year day at OmniTech awaited. I adjusted my tie, a faint, pleasant melody echoing in my mind. There was a sister somewhere, I vaguely remembered, named Maya. But the memory was distant, hazy, like a dream that had never quite solidified.

⚠️ BAD ENDING / GAME OVER

You have forgotten everything, your sister, and your purpose. 👈 Click to return to DECISION 1 / CHAPTER 2 to choose a different path