She had always been plagued by strange memories. Memories of places she had never been, people she had never met, things she had never done. She thought she was crazy, or maybe she had a past life.

She tried to ignore them, but they kept coming back, more vivid and more frequent. They interfered with her daily life, her studies, her relationships. She felt like she was living someone else's life.

She decided to seek help. She went to a therapist, a hypnotist, a psychic. None of them could explain her condition or cure her. They only gave her vague theories and false hopes.

She was desperate. She wanted to know the truth. She wanted to be free.

She stumbled upon an article online. It was about a new scientific discovery. It claimed that our body is made of materials that once belonged to other living beings, and that these materials retain some of their memory. It said that some people are more sensitive to these memories than others, and that they can experience them as flashes of their previous owners' lives.

She was intrigued. She felt like she had found the answer. She contacted the author of the article, a young researcher named Dr. Lee. He agreed to meet her and conduct some tests on her.

She went to his lab, a small and cluttered room in a university building. He greeted her warmly and asked her to sit on a couch. He attached some electrodes to her head and showed her a screen.

"I'm going to show you some images and ask you some questions. Please answer honestly and don't think too much. This will help me understand your condition better." He said.

She nodded. She was nervous, but also curious.

He started the experiment. He showed her a picture of a beach. She felt a surge of emotion. She remembered being there, with a boy, holding hands, laughing. She remembered his name, his face, his voice. She remembered how much she loved him.

"Have you ever been to this beach?" He asked.

"Yes." She said.

"With whom?"

"With... with Jake. He was my boyfriend."

He showed her another picture. It was of a city. She felt a jolt of pain. She remembered being there, with a girl, running away, screaming. She remembered her name, her face, her fear. She remembered how much she hated her.

"Have you ever been to this city?" He asked.

"Yes." She said.

"With whom?"

"With... with Anna. She was my enemy."

He showed her more pictures. She remembered more things. Things that made her happy, things that made her sad, things that made her angry, things that made her scared. Things that were not hers.

He stopped the experiment. He looked at her with a smile.

"Congratulations. You have passed the test." He said.

"What test?" She asked, confused.

"The test of compatibility. You see, I have a special ability. I can steal memories from other people. And you have a special condition. You can receive memories from other people. You are the perfect match for me." He said.

"What? What are you talking about?" She asked, terrified.

He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear.

"I have been stealing memories from different people and giving them to you. All those memories you have, they are not yours. They are mine. And now, I'm going to take them back. All of them. And I'm going to take yours too. Your real ones. Your identity. Your life. Everything. And you will be left with nothing. Nothing but a blank slate. A shell. A vessel. For me to fill with whatever I want. You will be mine. Completely. Forever." He said.

He kissed her. She felt a shock. She felt her memories slipping away. She tried to resist, but it was too late. He was too strong. He was a memory thief.

She forgot everything. She forgot who she was, where she was, what she was doing. She forgot her name, her face, her voice. She forgot him.

He smiled. He had everything. He had her memories, her identity, her life. He had her.

He was happy.