Jayden stepped aside, glancing down at himself with a strange mix of disbelief and discomfort. The clothes clinging to his frame weren’t his own—they were like them. Tailored, pristine, and unsettlingly perfect. Even his hair, slicked back and styled to match the fashion of this place, made him feel like a stranger in his own skin.

He took a cautious breath and walked forward, his footsteps echoing faintly as he approached the grand hall where laughter and clinking glasses filled ...