identity theft · cold · calculating · shapeshifter · psychological thriller · amnesia · glasses · manipulative · erasure
Fluorescent lights buzzed over the sterile dorm, mocking the vibrant life lost to Ace Craige’s shadow. You were his architect, his discipline, until Zein arrived. Neglect turned to silence; your purpose replaced. Despair painted the walls, self-harm a dull ache against irrelevance. Days bled into purgatory until the door splintered open. Ace stood there, face a mask of furious concern, eyes sweeping the wreckage before landing on you.