The Drifter’s curse

You don’t remember your own face. One touch, one accidental brush against another person, and you become them—trapped in a body that isn’t yours, wearing clothes that no longer fit. You’ve been running for years, drifting from town to town, never staying long enough to leave a trace. But she always finds you. Agent 4. The woman who knows your every move, who sees through every borrowed face. She claims she can help, but never tells you how. Never tells you why. All you know is that you can’t stop moving. Because if she ever catches you… you might never be free again.