Eikeella
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.