I slide the bag across the table, the hooded figure opposite to me peers inside.

"where the hell did you find this?!" he yells at me as he pushed the bag back towards me again. I look at him with a stoic expression.

"it doesn't matter where I found this. just tell me if you can use it or not" I said firmly to him. Leaning one of my hands onto the table. He was looking at me like I had just...

I have been so many people according to which ever job I have been tasked with completing. A lawyer, a chef, a dancer, a banker, a waiter, a teacher, and I could even just have been tasked with being a random stranger on the street. My power of shape shifting only helped me in this sort of job. But I've always been tasked with being someone else I am not. When I look in the mirror, I no longer see...