The Last Thing I Remember

Vin grew up hearing he was his father's shadow-sharp-edged, relentless, marked for something extraordinary. But when he wakes in a bathtub, blood swirling around him like a confession, his mind is a blank slate. No sound. No memory. Just the sticky weight of crimson on his hands and a nagging void where something-someone-should be. This isn't the first time the world has slipped out from under him.

The pieces don't fit. Objects shift when his back is turned-keys vanish, mirrors reflect rooms he doesn't recognize. Time stutters, minutes bleeding into hours he can't account for. People whisper about moments he never lived, their eyes darting like they know something he doesn't. The deeper he digs, the less he trusts-his senses, his allies, himself. This isn't just a crime scene. It's a trap, a twisted game where every clue points inward.

His father spent a lifetime hunting truths others couldn't face. Vin's not sure he's chasing anything at all-or if he's the one being hunted. Something's pulling the strings, and it's been watching him longer than he knows. The truth isn't a prize; it's a blade. Once it cuts through the haze, there's no stitching reality back together. And whatever he remembers last might be the key to his unraveling-or his end.