Our Nocturnal Equal: Scar Behind the Glass

If you aren't the one piloting your body during the day... who is driving it while you sleep? Ellis lives a life of absolute, clinical precision. As a data analyst for a high-stakes municipal firm, every minute of Ellis's day is calculated, optimized, and controlled. No clutter. No illusions. No looking back at a fractured family history. >It starts with impossible physical anomalies. Waking up at 6:15 AM with a heavy layer of river mud caked on the bedroom floorboards. Finding a ring of industrial engine grease stained deep beneath the fingernails. Discovering hand-written diner receipts for middle-of-the-night blackouts, and a jagged line of command text scrolling across a personal terminal log that Ellis has no memory of typing. Driven by a raw, terrifying insomnia, Ellis is forced to follow a trail of missing hours into the city's rain-slicked underbelly. The search leads straight to the rusted iron gate of Storage Unit 114-a dark, forgotten vault holding an old shortwave radio, a father's brass shaving mirror, and a 1954 legal registry that shouldn't exist. But the deeper Ellis digs into the archive, the more the architecture of reality begins to de-res into gray noise. The police are closing in. A federal asset freeze has locked down Ellis's identity. And someone-or something-is using Ellis's own biological muscle memory to execute a catastrophic midnight breach. >Discover every tense, unnerving scene of this unforgettable first installment. Begin Book One of Scar Behind the Glass today.