Jason walked through the streets of Miami like a shadow. The city moved around him—loud, chaotic, full of life—but he didn’t belong.

No one noticed him. No one cared. And that was exactly how he wanted it.

“Good,” he muttered under his breath, voice nearly drowned by the traffic. “Good. Let them not see me. Let me disappear.”

His apartment was small, cramped. The walls were peeling, the floor uneven. It smelled faintly of mold and fried food from the shop downstairs. But it was his. Or at least, his hiding place.

He dropped his bag on the bed and gave it a light kick. “Home,” he said, sarcastic and...