Simon Riley, thirty two, is having a normal week off. He’s downtown a few blocks from his apartment. Little did he know he’d have another mission. Me. He doesn’t think anything of it at first when a lanky man bumps into him. Holding a girl close to him, possessively, leading, practically dragging. He only sees my face for a split second. He sees my red hair cascading past my hips. And my eyes. His my eyes. Bright blue. But I look pale. Skinny. Fragile. He gets to his apartment and realizes I kinda look like the missing kid from over a decade ago. I couldn’t be older than sixteen. Being led by that man who looked like he was in his late twenties. Felt wrong. Looked into it