Fractured: Chapter 7 - 9:00 PM Sunday (Final Target)

The forest was dark, the trees looming over Kemi like ancient sentinels, their branches shifting ominously in the cold breeze. She had followed the coordinates sent to her phone, heart pounding in her chest, knowing this was her final target. The cabin came into view, barely visible in the moonlight—weathered, abandoned, and tucked away from prying eyes.

Her head was still swimming from Felix’s last words back in the tech firm, his bloodied body slumped over the desk. “Trust no one... not even your own mind.” The words haunted her, looping endlessly in her thoughts. She still didn’t know who was orchestrating this nightmare or why. Every target she had encountered held a piece of the puzzle, but none had given her the full picture. And now, as she approached the wooden door of the cabin, her instincts screamed at her to turn back.

The phone in her pocket vibrated, the countdown ticking down mercilessly. 13 hours left.

Kemi entered cautiously, her senses heightened. The door creaked as it opened, revealing a dimly lit room. Inside, a woman stood by the window, her back turned to Kemi. She was startled by the sound of the door but did not move immediately. The atmosphere in the cabin was heavy with tension, the smell of damp wood and decay clinging to the air.

The woman turned around slowly, her face pale in the dim light, but Kemi felt a strange, deep sense of recognition she couldn’t place. The woman stared at her, then exhaled deeply.

“Kemi... it’s been a long time,” the woman said softly.

Kemi froze. The woman’s voice—gentle, familiar. But Kemi’s memory was still a blank slate. “Who... who are you?”

The woman smiled sadly. “I’m Bimpe. Your best friend.”

The words hit Kemi like a physical blow. Her mind raced, searching desperately for a memory, anything to anchor this revelation. “I don’t... I don’t remember.”

“I know,” Bimpe said, walking closer. “That’s how they wanted it. They took everything from you. Your memories, your life, your sense of who you are.”

Kemi’s breathing quickened. “Who? Who did this to me?”

Bimpe’s eyes darkened. “Your husband, Kemi. Akin... he’s not who you think he is. He’s the reason for all of this.”

Kemi shook her head in disbelief. “No... no, that’s not possible. He’s the reason I’m doing this—to save him and my daughter.”

Bimpe stepped closer, her voice lowering to a whisper. “He manipulated you. He used you. You weren’t meant to remember this, but Akin has been running a criminal empire for years. The targets—they were all people who knew too much. Including me.”

Kemi’s heart raced, her hands trembling. “That’s not true... it can’t be.”

Bimpe reached out, taking Kemi’s hand. “You were going to expose him. You found out about the corruption, the bribes, the murders, and he couldn’t risk it. He gave you amnesia, erased everything that made you who you are. And now, he’s using you to clean up his mess.”

Kemi stumbled backward, struggling to breathe. “But... why? Why me?”

“Because you were the last person he thought would betray him. And because you’re the only one who could tie him to everything. He needed to make sure you didn’t remember.”

The realization hit Kemi like a tidal wave, the fragments of her shattered memories slowly piecing together. Her husband—her supposed reason for fighting—was the mastermind. All the death, the suffering, had been orchestrated by the man she was trying to save.

Before Kemi could react, a gunshot rang out, shattering the air. Bimpe’s eyes widened, a look of shock and pain contorting her face as she fell to the floor, blood pooling around her. Kemi dropped to her knees, grabbing Bimpe’s hand as her breath weakened.

With her final breath, Bimpe whispered, “Your husband... he’s the one.”

Kemi sat frozen, her heart pounding in her chest. The final piece had fallen into place, but it had come too late. The realization that her husband—Akin—was the orchestrator of this entire twisted game made her blood run cold.

The phone buzzed again, snapping her out of her shock. The voice on the other end was calm, almost amused.

“Tick-tock, Kemi. You’re running out of time. Now, for your final task...”

The clock was still ticking. Kemi rose slowly from the ground, her mind racing. If Bimpe had been telling the truth, then her next move wasn’t just about survival—it was about stopping Akin before anyone else died.

The voice on the phone spoke again. “Find him, Kemi. Find Akin. Or lose everything.”