Excerpt
PROLOGUE NO ONE ASKED for this. You didn’t sign a contract, agree to the terms, or hit “Accept.” You just woke up one day, in a body you didn’t build, surrounded by people you didn’t pick, in a world you didn’t design. That’s the human condition. No tutorial. No map. Just light in your eyes, air in your lungs, and a deep, gnawing sense that something’s off, like you’re playing a game with rules nobody explained. From the start, it’s chaos. You scream, you shit yourself, you cling to warmth and beg for comfort. Your brain is a sponge. Your body is a target. You’re soft, loud, needy, and confused. And that doesn’t really change, you just learn how to fake it better. They give you a name. A...