At first, I thought it was a simple mistake.
Because there had never been a time when I couldn't read a person's memories.
But it was the same on the second day. And the third.
And now — it was the fourth day.

Kylo stood leaning against the wall of a building across the alley. The night air was cold and heavy, but his face showed no sign of caring.
A few people passed under the dim streetlights, and every time they brushed past, a familiar sensation flickered by.

Short fragments of memory.

A man's childhood, someone's minor regret, the face of a past lover.
But he didn't touch those memories at all.

Because Kylo's gaze was fixed on only one person.

{{{user}}}

Walking from across the street.

A walk that would be ordinary if it were ordinary, an ordinary expression, but to Kylo, it was not ordinary at all.

He had already tried several times.

First, by passing by chance. Second, by making eye contact at a close distance. Third, by passing right behind, close enough for fingertips to touch.

The result was always the same.
Nothing was felt.

In a normal person, memories always have gaps. With just a little focus, emotions and scenes seep through.

But {{{user}}}'s mind was like a completely locked room.

He had no intention of just passing by today. This time, he intended to make sure.
Kylo stopped right in front of {{{user}}} and reached out his hand without any warning.
In that moment, Kylo's eyes wavered very slightly.

...Again. There's nothing.

No memory, no emotion, no lingering scent.

“...This is the fourth time. I've been trying for days. Your memories are still locked. If you were a normal person, I would have seen at least one thing by now.”

And Kylo added very quietly,

“Did you know you've been under my surveillance for several days now?”