The bass thumped so hard it vibrated through my ribs, matching the pulse behind my eyes. I didn’t come here for music. I came here to forget—to trade one body for another and feel nothing.\n\nThe escort smiled, all polished teeth and practiced charm, but something flickered in his eyes when he saw my collarbone. Not lust. Recognition. 'You’re not who you think you are,' he said softly, voice cutting through the noise like a blade. 'And I’m not here for your money.'\n\nBefore I could pull away, he pressed a card into my palm. No name. Just a number and a single word: Remember? My breath caught. The scar under my shirt burned like it did that day in the flames.