The Stranger Who Knew My NameThe rain-slicked streets of the city mirrored the neon signs, turning the world into a blur of fractured color. I was just another anonymous figure, collar turned up against the chill, hurrying home. My name is Alex Rylan. Or at least, it was until an hour ago.He fell into step beside me as I crossed the deserted park. A tall man in a dark coat, his face hidden in shadow. I sped up, my heart beginning a low, steady drum against my ribs. He matched my pace.“Lovely weather for a walk, Alex,” he said.I froze