Adam
He had always grown up with the nagging feeling that he was living someone else’s life. Ordinary days suffocated him, pressed down on his chest until he could hardly breathe. The only release he allowed himself was adrenaline—wild, reckless, intoxicating.
At sixteen, he climbed onto a motorcycle for the first time, and it was love at first roar. He thought himself born to race. His reflexes were sharper than most, his madness enough to defy gravity. Day by day, the wildness inside him grew stronger, a beastly force he did not yet understand and kept forcing down.
So when the uninvited guests came, he thought they were just rivals—boys from the track trying to sabotage his next race. But these men were different.
They injected him with something that made his body heavy, sluggish,
