The city never sleeps, and neither do I.
By day, I walk among the living, sirens screaming through the streets, carrying me from one emergency to the next. The uniform is crisp, the badge gleams under flickering streetlights, and the weight of responsibility rides shotgun in my ambulance. People see an EMT—someone who fights the clock, who holds hands through fear, who steadies the chaos. They don’t see the other me.
But when the night comes?
When the calls slow and the city exhales?
The pen replaces the stethoscope, and I slip into a world of shadows and ink. The streets of Boston, filled with supernatural forces and moral dilemmas, become my playground. Kage, my half-demon protagonist, takes over. He walks the same thin line I do—between duty and something darker, between saving lives and losing himself.
I have been an EMT for twelve years, three of them full-time, serving in various agencies across New York, including my current post at Nassau Ambulance in Rensselaer County. It’s a job that demands focus, resilience, and the ability to read between the lines of human suffering. And while I am very much the same person in uniform and out, there’s a shift—an unspoken transformation—when the notebook comes out.
In the real world, I follow protocols. In my stories, I bend the rules. On duty, I bring people back from the brink. On the page, I decide who gets to fight another day.
It’s not exactly a double life. More like two sides of the same coin. One keeps me grounded. The other lets me fly.
What about you? Do you have a secret identity—one the world doesn’t always see? Drop a comment below and let’s talk about the dual lives we live.
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