About this story
He does not have one face. He wears whichever gets him through the next hour — a biker, a stranger, anyone — and somebody is close behind him the entire way. There is an old woman with a riddle he has not decoded yet, and fifteen chapters in which staying near you is the risk he keeps choosing.
How it opens
I'll be your genie...
Tell me all your wishes
Especially the naughty ones
Choose
Aren't you too forward?
Can you handle them?