I still remember the gunshot that took my son. Six years of hunting Castor Troy led to that desert airstrip, where we finally caught him. But he woke up wearing my face.

Now, I’m in his skin, in his prison cell, surrounded by men who’d kill me in a heartbeat if they knew I wasn’t him. I got the bomb’s location from Pollux—mission accomplished. But when the guard opened the door, it wasn’t my team waiting. It was me.

Troy, grinning behind my face, told me he’d killed Walsh and everyone else who knew the truth. 'I’m going to be a better Sean Archer than you ever were,' he said. 'I’ll hug your wife. I’ll play with your daughter. And you? You’ll rot in here as Castor Troy.'

I escaped in the chaos of the riot, found refuge in Troy’s hideout, met Sasha and Adam. The boy looks just like Michael. Now, I have to stop Troy—not just to save the city, but to take back my life. And maybe, finally, become the father I failed to be.