When Li Chenzhou's assassins found Li Moting, he was sitting in his mother's old music room.
The sheet music for *La Vie en Rose* lay open on the piano, its keys untouched for twenty years. As bullets shattered the window, his fingers happened to land on the seventh note—
The very melody Xia Xiaoman had once hummed for him on a rainy night.
"The master's orders," the lead assassin raised his gun. "You know failed specimens must be disposed of."
Li Moting chuckled.
"Tell my father," his slender fingers pressed down on a chord progression, "he made one mistake."
A hidden mechanism in the piano activated, revealing a compartment—inside was a pre-prepared syringe filled with pale blue liquid.
"MN-07 Final Version." He pressed the needle to his carotid artery. "Not memory erasure... but memory *awakening*."
The assassins exchanged glances, but before they could react, the lights in the entire building abruptly cut out.
In the darkness, a familiar woman's voice rang out:
**"Game over."**