i was the guy nobody noticed. The information broker who sold secrets for pocket change, got stabbed in an alley for knowing too much, and died thinking “at least I never owed anyone.”
Woke up in the same shitty apartment, same year, same body—except now there's this quiet voice in my head offering trades. Give up a secret, get something back. The more dangerous the secret, the bigger the reward.
But the secrets aren't just mine anymore. I can pull them out of people's heads if I look them in the eye long enough. And every time I do, I see things I wish I hadn't—traumas, betrayals, the moment someone decided to sell me out.
My old partner, Mara, the one who set me up for that knife in the ribs? She's still out there, climbing the underworld ladder, thinking I'm dead. The cartel boss who ordered the hit is still breathing. And the girl I used to love, Lena, who walked away when things got messy—she's mixed up in something worse now.
I don't want revenge the loud way. I want to unravel everything they built, piece by piece, using the one thing I was ever good at: knowing what people hide.
The system calls it “Shadow Trading.” I call it finally getting even.