He doesn't remember the mountain house. Doesn't remember the argument, the kettle, the blood.

Then a woman appears who remembers him.

She takes him on the run and tells him about his father. About years of work to save him from certain death.

About Mirnova, a city not found on any map, and an experiment that sold its soul to venture capitalists.

She doesn't know why his hands are stained red, but she doesn't have to.

He can feel the answer waiting in the dark parts of his memory, patiently stalking him like the monsters tracking them through the pines.