Extract My Memories, Dig Your Own Graves
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I was dragged to the stand of the MRI Memory Court by my own flesh and blood.
Their demand? To forcibly extract my kidney to keep their uremic adopted daughter alive.
A guilty verdict meant losing not just my bodily autonomy, but my freedom for the rest of my life.
Bathed in the global spotlight, my parents performed as tragic heroes, while their adopted saint cried a river of deceit.
They thought they had cornered the perfect victim, waiting for the world to send me to the slaughter.
But the moment the memory holograms ignited and reality bled through, the hunters instantly became the hunted.
Their demand? To forcibly extract my kidney to keep their uremic adopted daughter alive.
A guilty verdict meant losing not just my bodily autonomy, but my freedom for the rest of my life.
Bathed in the global spotlight, my parents performed as tragic heroes, while their adopted saint cried a river of deceit.
They thought they had cornered the perfect victim, waiting for the world to send me to the slaughter.
But the moment the memory holograms ignited and reality bled through, the hunters instantly became the hunted.
















































