Xdejavu قصص

I wake up every morning under a name that isn't mine, in a town I don't plan to stay in. New documents. New history. New lies, crafted until they sound like the truth. This is how I survive. There are people who would kill me if they ever learned who I really am. There are secrets buried so deep, it require bodies to keep them hidden. The name I'm using now belonged to a woman who was murdered. Her death wasn't random.