The door clicks shut behind me, muffling the sounds of the city.
Inside, the air is warm, tinged with the scent of leather and faint cologne. The man from the diner sits across from me in the dim backseat, legs crossed, fingers laced together.
Calm. Too calm.
“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” he says, his voice smooth, practiced. “But I had a feeling curiosity would win.”
I don't answer. I glance toward the driver, but the man behind the wheel is a statue—expressionless, hands at ten and two.
The man in gray tilts his head, watching me like a puzzle he’s already solved.
“You don’t remember, do you?” he asks.
My fingers tighten in my lap. “Remember what?”
The man sighs, as if this is a disappointment. Then he reaches into his coat and pulls out something small, setting it between us on the seat.
A passport.
I stare at it. The cover is crisp, official-looking. I hesitate, then flip it open.
The photo is of me.
Same face. Same sharp eyes. But the name printed beneath it is not Cade.
Rowan Cade.
The moment I see it, my pulse spikes. A memory stirs—just for a second.
Gunfire. A rooftop. A mission gone wrong. Someone shouting—“Rowan! Get out of there!”
I gasp, gripping the passport. The memory flickers, then vanishes like smoke.
The man in gray watches me carefully. “You felt it, didn’t you?”
I swallow hard. “Who are you?”
The man smiles slightly. “Someone who knew you before you disappeared.”
Before I can react, he leans in. His voice drops, just above a whisper.
“And if you don’t start remembering soon, Rowan—someone else is going to kill you first.”
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Fractured Code: System Crash
Novela JuvenilBOOK 1: In a world where every thought, action, and memory is controlled by the Program, true freedom is nothing more than a myth. Society operates under the illusion of choice, but behind the scenes, an omnipresent system dictates every outcome. Ro...
