The morning started like any other.
Marcus woke to the sun streaming through his window, the sounds of the city drifting up from the streets below. He stretched, yawned, and walked to the bathroom to splash water on his face.
Then he looked in the mirror.
And he didn't recognize himself.
His face was familiar, yes. The same features he'd seen every day of his life. But there was something missing. A depth. A history. A sense of who he was.
He stared at his reflection, trying to remember. His name was Marcus. He was a detective. He had friends. He had a life.
But the details were fading.
He gripped the edge of the sink, his heart pounding. What was happening to him? Why couldn't he remember?
His phone buzzed. A text from Anna.
Meet me at the clock tower. Now.
Marcus grabbed his ja
