Present Day, China

“Stop it! Make it stop!”

Vivian clutched her head as the memories crashed into her like a tidal wave, leaving her gasping for breath. It felt as though her mind was splitting apart, each fragment of the truth slicing through her fragile heart. She staggered, her legs barely supporting her weight, and a piercing cry tore from her lips, echoing in the quiet room.

“Stop it,” she muttered to herself, her voice trembling. “Please stop.”

But the memories didn’t relent. The image of her parents - her mother’s anguished face, her father’s desperate screams - remained vivid, as if it had happened only yesterday. Vivian’s hands trembled...