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Episode 1
My name is Nathan and for the past twenty years, I’ve called the streets my home. I’m 36 now, but my body feels like it’s pushing 60. Maybe it’s the cold. Maybe it’s the hunger. Or maybe it’s the ache that comes from being forgotten by the world.
I wasn’t always like this. I was born just like any other child—into a family, into a name, into a place I once called home. But something happened… something I can’t even remember. All I know is, I woke up on the cold steps of a train station when I was just sixteen, and from that day forward, I became invisible.
No one sees you when you're dirty. No one listens to you when your clothes smell. No one cares when you’re coughing blood behind a dumpster.
But that night… everything changed.
It was raining. The kind of rain that cuts like needles. My tattered blanket was soaked. My stomach had been empty for two days. The soup kitchen had closed early. I was about to lay my head near the trash bin behind Rosewood Hospital when I saw him.
A man _dressed like he owned the world—was stumbling in the dark.
His expensive suit was soaked, and blood dripped from his forehead. He held his chest and gasped for air, struggling to speak.
I could have ignored him. People ignore me every day. But something in me—something I didn’t understand**—moved me to crawl toward him.
“Hey… hey! Are you okay?” I shouted over the rain.
He collapsed.
I rushed to him. His wallet slipped from his hand. Inside, I saw his name: Mr. Elijah Greene. And beside that, a photo of a little girl. His daughter?
His pulse was fading.
I had no phone, no money, nothing. But I had legs. And I had desperation.
So I dragged him—inch by inch—through the mud, through the rain, all the way to the front doors of Rosewood Hospital.
The guards didn’t believe me at first. They called me “mad” and tried to chase me off. But when they saw Elijah’s bleeding body, they panicked and called the doctors.
I watched from outside the glass doors as they wheeled him in, yelling for blood, oxygen, surgery.
Nobody thanked me.
Nobody asked for my name.
I sat there for hours. Shivering. Bleeding. Waiting to know if he’d make it.
When the doctor finally came out, he looked straight past me. “He's lucky,” he told the nurse. “Another five minutes, and he would’ve died. Whoever brought him in saved his life.”
I felt a tear fall down my cheek.
Not because he lived. But because for the first time in twenty years, I felt like I existed.
I stood to walk away. I didn’t want anything. I just wanted to disappear again, like always.
But then—
“Nathan?”
I froze.
No one had called my name in years. I turned around.
The voice wasn’t from the doctor, or the nurse, or any staff member.
It came from a woman standing near the corridor, holding Elijah’s wallet. Her eyes were wide. Confused. Shocked.
“Do I… do I know you?” she asked, walking slowly toward me.
I shook my head.
But then she said it again. This time, her voice trembling. “Nathan? Nathan Graham?”
I blinked. Graham? That was my surname. The one I barely remembered.
“Who are you?” I asked, my throat dry.
She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, a nurse rushed out, whispering in her ear.
She gasped, looked back at me with fear—and then turned and ran inside the hospital.
I stood there, staring after her.
What just happened?
How did she know my name?
Why did she call me… Graham?
And how did she look so much like… like my face?
I glanced at the hospital window and caught my reflection.
And then I saw it.
The man I saved—Elijah Greene—looked just like me.
Same jaw. Same nose. Same eyes.
My heart dropped.
What kind of cruel joke was this?
Was I seeing things? Was my mind breaking?
Was this man… somehow connected to me?
As I turned to leave, my heart pounding with questions, two men in black suits walked past me into the hospital.
One of them said to the other, “We have to keep this quiet. If he finds out the truth, everything will collapse.”
I froze in the rain.
To be continued
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