The next morning, the office felt different. Vincent noticed it immediately—the way his coworkers glanced at him, then quickly looked away when he caught their eyes. There was a low buzz of conversation that died whenever he passed by. He didn’t care. His phone vibrated just as he sat down at his desk. A message from an unknown number. “We …

The alarm clock buzzed with the same grating sound that had woken him up for years. Vincent stared at the ceiling, the dim light of dawn creeping through his thin blinds. It didn’t matter. He hadn’t slept anyway. Sleep was a luxury he hadn’t truly experienced since his early teens, ever since the nightmares began haunting him nightly. A cold …