doubletwrites
I don't remember the exact moment that fear became a permanent part of my life, or when the adrenaline stopped feeling like excitement and replaced by the instinct of survival.
I only know it is always there, beneath my skin, in the shadows, waiting.
My name is Sierra Knight.
For the past year and a half, I have been on the run. I don't recognize the woman that I used to be. Sometimes, I catch my reflection and wonder where she disappeared. The woman staring back looked exhausted. Paranoid. Broken.
Wanted.
I was framed for the murder of an FBI agent that I didn't do. I've spent eighteen months hiding, never staying anywhere long enough, and not trusting anyone long enough to call family.
Then my old family member, who I thought was dead, returned and shook everything up.
Now I'm caught between a government determined to find me, enemies I don't understand. Blasts from the past, and a man that I once trusted who might be hiding more than he's admitting.
Every answer leads to another question.
Every escape closes another door.
And the closer I get, the more I wonder if I've been running from the longest people.
In a game where everyone has an agenda. Survival is not about knowing who to trust, but who is lying.