Rain stings my face as I stand at the edge of the rooftop, wind threatening to pull me into the abyss below. My hands tremble—not from fear, but recognition. The scar on my wrist, hidden beneath my sleeve, burns with memory: ropes, blood, Devin’s smile as he lit the match. I died screaming his name. And now, ten years younger, back in high school uniform, I’ve woken with every second of that life carved into my mind.

My phone buzzes. A message from an unknown number: ‘You don’t remember me, but I remember what he did.’ Then a photo—Kolton, standing outside my old mansion the night I vanished. He came for me. Too late.

I clutch the device, pulse roaring. This time, I have choices. Do I reach out to Kolton and risk exposing myself? Do I start digging into Devin’s family now, quietly? Or do I vanish—build power in the shadows until they beg for mercy?