I wake up with the front door getting kicked in. The police barge into my apartment, open the blinds, and stand right over me. They
I’m walking down a nighttime city street with Hope Winters, a celebrity politician and one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met in person.
“Thanks for everything, Bill,” Morgan, also known as me, says awkwardly. Yes, I’m completely self-aware about it and everything, and yet I’m unable to do
“Run away! Run away!” I scream at the top of my lungs. A medley of bullets ring out of the house in front of Bill