1 prologue………… The room was cold, and the suspect that awaited my interrogation sat there, unaffected by our tactics. Nothing was working. We gave him a few hours to chill, crack, but nothing, and my patience was at its peak. As my heart pounded and the rage inside me grew stronger, I turned the doorknob, rushed in, and slammed my files on the table. “Enough with the games!” I shouted. “What’s in these files?! To me, it seems like a load of crap!” I said.   My eyes stared deep into his, as I tried to read him but, got nowhere. He didn’t even glance at the file, then suddenly, he spoke. “Are you ready?” he asked. Then after a long pause, “Detective Stevens, I presume?” He said with a strong tone.  My heart began to pound faster. “How do you know who I am?” I asked. He replied, “Oh no detective; I don’t just know who you are, I know who everyone in this building is.” I sat there with a confused look on my face, and the hairs on the back of my neck, arose. I thought to myself, ‘Okay, I’ll play along.’ Then I shouted out, “How?!” I wondered if it rang in his head, yet he seemed empty; almost like there was nothing in front of me but a hollow shell. Then he calmly moved forward in his chair and said, “Now, that’s not what you truly want to know Detective. So, come on, ask me the real question.” he replied.  “Which is?” I said as he smirked and asked “So, now we’re playing games, detective? Well, like you I’m tired of games. I miss my life, going to the lake with my friends….” As he spoke the pictures I found at his apartment, in the raid became clear. All of them at the lake. “And her.” he said. I quickly knew who he was talking about. “Lexci,” he said, in a saddened tone. “My life was wonderful. There were no good guys or bad guys; those were the games we played as kids, not our reality. What’s sad is that even our conscience as kids, prepares us for what soon will become reality. So, either you get to the point, or this conversation’s over,” he said. “Okay” I said. I took a quick, deep breath then let it out. “Is it real?” I asked. “Yes Detective. That is what you wanted to know. The files are in front of you, showing all the evidence, yet you still have doubts,” he said. “C’mon, you really expect me to believe all this crap about magical powers?” I replied. As quickly as I said that, he shook his hands and the cuffs were off. I quickly un-holstered my gun and pointed it toward him. “Don’t move!” I shouted.   “The gun’s not necessary.” he replied as He quickly raised his left hand and the gun was no longer in my possession but, in his. “How the hell?!” I shouted. “Please, calm down Detective.” he said. while holding my gun. “If I was a threat, you’d already be dead.” As he spoke those words, I was still in disbelief. “Now do you believe?” he asked. “It’s magic of some sort. Yea, a magic trick.” I said. “A magic trick? Sounds like you’ve just insulted my intelligence.” he replied, as he quickly set the gun down on the table next to me. I quickly grabbed it, and holstered it slowly. Trust me when I say that I was truly afraid. I was testing waters no one’s ever swam in. I tried not to show it, but I think he saw right through me. “Please sit,” he said. I slowly sat, then he sat and said, “Your turn. Next question.” I was still confused. However, I reached down slowly, picked up the first file, then placed it in front of him. “What can you tell me about this?” I asked. “No, Detective. That’s just the evidence. If you want to know the truth, we will have to start from the beginning” he replied, as he quickly reached for the first file I placed in front of him. “You couldn’t have been there.” I said. Wasn’t that about twenty years ago?” “How?” I asked. This is where it got interesting. He began to explain. “You see, each and every human has a memory bank, which stores memories. What my ability allows me to do is, view a person’s particular memory but, only if they allow me to. Sometimes, I can persuade them into thinking that memory as well. So now, I’ll demonstrate how it works” He quickly stood up, and leaned towards me. “What are you doing?” I shouted frantically. I began to reach for my gun again, knowing it was probably be pointless, but before I could even get a finger on it, he touched my temple, and I was gone.