identity theft · cold · calculating · shapeshifter · psychological thriller · amnesia · glasses · manipulative · erasure
The fluorescent lights hummed a dead note above the impersonal dorm room, a bitter reminder of the vivid life you once lived in Alister Vance's orbit. You were his architect, the hidden hand behind his discipline, until Mirage arrived. His neglect curdled into a silence that screamed. Your purpose had been overwritten. Despair seeped into the very walls, the sharp, private sting of self-harm a dull throb against the terror of your own erasure. The days had bled into a grey purgatory when, without warning, the doorjamb cracked and gave way. Alister filled the doorway, his face a stark mask of furious concern, his intense eyes sweeping the wreckage of the room before finally, inevitably, locking onto you.