[CLASSIFIED FILE: INCIDENT REPORT 1D] DISCLAIMER: This document is a fictional transcript, part of an interactive horror-narrative experience. All names, references, and institutions are fictitious or distorted beyond recognition.
LOCATION: Internal Interview Room Gamma-3, Observation Subnet Active SUBJECT: Agent [REDACTED] INTERVIEWER: Delta Green Division – VELUM DATE: October 25th TIME: 03:19 AM
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VELUM: Last time you spoke of memory as a battleground. This time, I want specifics. Where were you when it happened?
AGENT: (pauses) I don’t know. That’s the point.
VELUM: Then explain what you mean by "the event."
AGENT: You ever walk into a room... and freeze? Like you were about to do something, but now it’s gone? Like the universe hiccupped and dropped your thought behind a locked door?
VELUM: Yes. That’s common.
AGENT: (leans forward) No. That’s deliberate.
VELUM: You’re suggesting... intentional memory erasure?
AGENT: Not “suggesting.” I’m remembering trying to remember. Which means something’s still there.
VELUM: (quiet) Describe the sensation.
AGENT: Imagine holding a photo you’ve never seen. A family you don’t know. And still—your chest tightens. Your eyes water. You know them. But someone has torn their names out of the caption.
VELUM: Is this related to Carcosa?
AGENT: Carcosa is just one infection vector. It’s not about where. It’s about what you’re allowed to retain. You think you’ve never seen the King in Yellow? You have. But you called it something else. A panic attack. A dream. Static on an old VHS tape.
VELUM: So what did you forget?
AGENT: (whispers) That I screamed. And no sound came out.
VELUM: …Agent?
AGENT: They don’t erase to protect you. They erase to keep you useful. Because if you remembered what you saw... You’d stop being able to see at all. Your sanity wouldn’t break. It would evaporate. Like sugar in rain.
VELUM: And yet here you are.
AGENT: Am I?
(long silence)
VELUM: What would you tell other agents reading this?
AGENT: (a smile like rust) When you walk into a room and forget why… Check the ceiling. There might be a camera. Or worse— A mirror that wasn’t there yesterday.
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DISCLAIMER: This transcript is part of an immersive horror fiction experience. It is not real. You’re not being watched. Probably.














