Kevin handed over the money, and took his ID.

He looked it over. He was now a 19 -year-old by the name of Jackson Ronalds. That would do.

It felt weird to have been aged 3 years, he didn’t think he really looked 19, but he couldn’t do anything about it, this was his life now. The life of Jackson Ronalds.

After having lunch at a quiet cafe in town, Kevin headed back to the motel.

The light on the phone was flashing, he hit play.

You have one unheard message, first unheard message.
I know your secret, I know where you are, I know your plan, and I know your every thought and movement before you do. You can’t keep this up Kevin, give in now, or be forcefully taken later.

Kevin stared at the phone.