Mash-up Anime World: Creating the SCP Foundation to Contain Anomalies Chapter 293 - 287: Amnesia? Let Me Reintroduce Myself—I’m Yo

That petite figure simply didn't match the person in Haruto's mory.

However, those golden star-like eyes were just too recognizable.

So much so that Haruto instantly rembered the girl's na—

Misaki Shokuhou.

One of Academy City's seven Level 5 espers, a girl who possessed a power called ntal Out.

Misaki Shokuhou's ability was incredibly powerful.

Whether it was mind reading, brainwashing, mory erasure, hallucinations, telepathy, inducing confessions, or ntal disorientation—it was all within her grasp.

In short, as long as it was a ntal-based ability, she had it under control.

However, in Haruto's mory, Misaki Shokuhou should be a queen-like onee-san type character.

Even though she was young, her developnt was nothing short of terrifying.

Thinking of this, Haruto's gaze instinctively drifted downward, landing on the flat patient gown.

Misaki was a sensitive girl—after all, she was a psychic.

She noticed Haruto's gaze imdiately, even sensing what he was thinking.

Her body curled up tighter in fear, and at the sa ti, she felt a flash of anger.

gumi picked up a mory eraser, about to use the B-class mory clearing thod.

"gumi, don't bother. It won't work on her," Haruto said.

gumi paused, then put away the mory eraser.

The mory eraser developed by Black Orb Tech worked by emitting a light at a certain frequency that interfered with the human nervous system, thereby achieving mory erasure.

But for soone like Misaki , with her ntal Out ability, such interference would likely be useless.

Otherwise, she'd go insane every ti she used her power.

For a mont, the atmosphere in the ward turned tense.

So Haruto simply went back to work.

The short knife in his hand once again sank into the head of a crew mber. The death line shattered, and the crew mber collapsed.

Misaki, hiding in the corner, covered her mouth with her small hands.

However, the terror in her golden eyes quickly began to fade.

Just now, she had only seen a stranger barging in and stabbing people in the head with a short blade.

Naturally, seeing such a scene would cause fear.

But now, observing carefully, she noticed sothing was off.

Although the short blade had stabbed into people's heads, there was no blood.

Even when it was withdrawn, there wasn't a single wound. Moreover, from the way their chests rose and fell, it was obvious they weren't dead.

Just unconscious.

Realizing this, Misaki no longer looked as terrified as before.

Instead, she looked at Haruto with confusion.

At the sa ti, sothing she hadn't noticed in her panic earlier now surfaced in her mind.

This boy who had barged into the ward—seed to know her.

Before long, Haruto had finished dealing with the crew mbers.

After undergoing an A-Class mory cleansing, these people would break free from the "eel's" cognitive pollution.

However, their mories of this voyage would likely be fragnted.

But that was a good thing for Haruto.

He had co to Academy City's hospital specifically to find these surviving crew mbers.

Then have them appear publicly as survivors.

As long as there were survivors in the ship's disappearance incident, the matter would soon be smoothed over.

At least, there'd be an official explanation.

Once he finished, Haruto clapped his hands.

All that was left was to handle the discharge paperwork and take these people away.

At this mont, Misaki, still curled up in the corner, finally gathered her courage and asked,

"Um... Do you perhaps know ?"

Haruto was a little surprised. He nodded, then shook his head.

That reaction completely baffled Misaki.

So... does he know her or not?!

After a short silence, the girl continued,

"I think I suffered so kind of trauma and lost my mory. If you know ... what kind of person am I?"

Hearing this, Haruto finally understood.

No wonder sothing felt off about her since earlier.

It wasn't just the body type—it was her entire personality that was completely different.

So she's got amnesia, huh.

Currently, Misaki's understanding of herself only went as far as her na.

In Academy City, it was possible to find her student profile.

However, Misaki had only been registered at a school—most of her ti had been spent in so kind of research facility developing her ability.

There were no records of where she had developed her power, and no one at school had interacted with her.

So Misaki didn't even have a place where she could get to know herself.

Haruto pointed to himself.

"Oh, so you've got amnesia, huh? I'm your boyfriend."

gumi rolled her eyes.

Misaki, on the other hand, looked flustered and confused.

Of course, she didn't believe that the boy in front of her was her boyfriend. Even though he was extrely handso—by far the most attractive guy she'd ever seen—

And even though he gave off a calming aura, like a gentle breeze—

Misaki was well aware: If he really were her boyfriend, he wouldn't have reacted the way he just did upon seeing her.

"I lost my mory, not my brain!" she protested softly.

Haruto chuckled lightly.

"Haruto, what a weirdo..." gumi muttered with a sigh.

Misaki, already fragile and petite, looked even more pitiful in her confusion and amnesia.

"Anyway, let's get back to business and send these people off," Haruto clapped again, brushing the mont aside.

gumi nodded and left the ward to handle the discharge papers.

She could take care of it much more easily than Haruto.

She could directly operate the computer, and people nearby would ignore her presence.

But Haruto would either have to use the Blacklight Virus or ti-stop—both too much hassle.

Once gumi left, Misaki clearly grew more nervous. Besides the unconscious crew mbers, they were now alone.

"Um... do you know why I lost my mory?" Misaki asked again.

Though the boy seed unreliable, he clearly knew her, and she didn't want to miss this opportunity.

"You don't know yourself?" Haruto asked in return.

Misaki shook her head in confusion.

"At so point, I suddenly realized I was wandering the streets with no purpose. I was wearing a torn-up white lab coat... not even shoes... I'd forgotten who I was, what I was doing—eventually, I collapsed on the street. I was sent to the hospital by a robot, and the system here was how I found out my na."

"But that's all I could learn. There's nothing else in the records about ."

Haruto clicked his tongue indifferently.

"But you do know that you're one of Academy City's seven Level 5 espers, right?"

Misaki nodded.

That much, she had read from the records.

But she had no real grasp of her powers. Controlling people's minds—was that sothing she was really capable of?

She'd wondered more than once if it was true.

"If you know your identity, then you should also realize this— As the top-tier psychic in this city, no one can ss with your mory. No other psychic or technological ans can surpass your ability. Unless..."

Haruto didn't finish the sentence.

But Misaki was a smart girl.

She quickly understood what he ant.

Unless she chose to lose her mory, no one could've forced her into this state.

More likely, her amnesia was self-inflicted.

Thinking this, Misaki fell into silence.

But... why?

Why would she choose to forget herself?

"Why?" she eventually asked, unable to find the answer.

Though it felt strange to ask soone else why she did sothing herself—

Haruto imdiately responded,

"mory is a vital part of who we are. But it can also be dangerous."

"Choosing to give up your mories is a bold move—but not uncommon. In my view, it's rather normal."

"After all, there are so mories that only bring pain, fear... and confusion."