“I have a friend who could take care of an identity for Miss Helen, only it’s going to cost quite a lot.”
“The money part is taken care of,” the director quickly said. The other companies were organizing trips for as little as a thousand dollars, so I realized that this company was the one I was looking for. At this point, you will have to put down whatever object from the past you are holding and stop touching any living thing. Then bring me the scroll.”
Kalissya brought her a small scroll, no bigger than the palm of her hand, and after handing it to her, she began to let her hair unraveled. “And there would be one more small problem,” the technician added, and once he was convinced that everyone was watching him attentively, added, “My friend told me that if he ever had to ‘make’ an identity from scratch for a woman, the safest thing for her would be to get married and by changing her name after her husband’s name, all traces are lost.”
This time, everyone, including Helen, stared at me. “For a year now, I have chosen Kalissya, a girl who looks very much like me, as my servant.
