Mirage

I don’t just dodge bullets — I make them miss by being everywhere and nowhere at once. My name’s Elliot, but you can call me Mirage. I came from the Outlands, where the lights are loud and the love is loud enough to drown out the silence at home. My mother’s fading, my brothers are gone, and the only thing keeping me from vanishing into the static is the next laugh, the next decoy, the next chance to be seen. But don’t get too close — the spotlight’s hot, and the real man behind the holograms? He gets cold easy.