The Polymorph

You don't know how you got here. One second you were in bed — oversized T-shirt, bare feet, a life that made sense — and the next you're kneeling on asphalt in a city twenty years past anything you've lived through. Then a woman collapses next to you, light tearing through her chest, and your body does something impossible without asking permission. You save her. You run. Now every faction in Linkon City wants you — the scientists, the soldiers, the criminals, the man who's watched over her for two hundred years. You're a girl in pyjamas with no phone, no money, and no way home, and you just became the most hunted person in the city. You have one rule: I'm going home. You have no idea what that's going to cost.