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Ten years ago, Snow Cross was the industry's brightest star. A prodigy with a face so unforgettable and acting so monstrous that he outshone even the top A-listers. Directors fought over him, fans worshiped him, and the world believed he was destined for greatness.

Then, one night, his world shattered.

His family—the people he had neglected the most—were gone.

And just like that, he disappeared from the industry, vanishing without a trace.

Now, a decade later, the world has forgotten his name. The once-revered prodigy is nothing more than a ghost of the past. But when his grandmother—the only family he has left—falls ill, he is left with no choice but to return to the very stage he abandoned.

But the entertainment industry has changed. The faces are new, the competition is fiercer, and the audience no longer remembers him.

Can he reclaim his place at the top? Or will he be crushed under the weight of his past?

This is the story of a fallen star’s comeback, a monstrous talent reborn.

Monstrous Rookie: The Fallen Star’s Comeback

The audition room was suffocatingly silent as Snow Cross stepped inside. Eyes darted toward him, but not with the admiration they once held. Instead, there was hesitation, confusion—disbelief.

Was this really the same Snow Cross? The child actor whose face had once been described as 'godly' by fans? The boy who had dominated the industry with his monstrous acting?

Now, he looked nothing like that legend. His once radiant skin was now tanned and rough, his sharp jawline hidden beneath an unkempt mess of hair. His eyes, though still striking, carried a weight of exhaustion, and his clothes hung loosely on his lean frame.

He could hear whispers behind him.

"I thought he was some homeless guy."

"He used to be perfect… What happened to him?"

Snow ignored them. He wasn't here to impress them with his looks. He was here to act.

The director, an older man with sharp eyes, glanced at the script and back at Snow. "Alright, Snow Cross. Show us what you've got."

Snow took a deep breath, gripping the script in his hand. He didn't need to read it. With a single glance, he had already absorbed the scene. Old instincts kicked in, and he slipped into character.

The moment he spoke, the atmosphere shifted.

His voice, deep yet laced with emotion, crawled under everyone's skin. His every movement was precise, his gaze sharp enough to pierce through the coldest hearts. Within seconds, he wasn't Snow Cross anymore—he was the character, living and breathing in front of them.

No one dared to make a sound. The other auditioning actors, who had been so dismissive before, found themselves mesmerized.

The air in the room thickened as Snow reached the climax of the scene. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, his voice trembling with raw pain, yet never once breaking character.

A suffocating silence filled the room.

The casting staff exchanged glances. The director sat frozen, his lips slightly parted. Even the producer, who had been leaning back lazily, had straightened up.

Snow exhaled softly, stepping back. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears, but it wasn't from nervousness. It was from something else.

His acting was good. It was enough to stun the room into silence. But it wasn't perfect. He could feel it in his bones—his flow wasn't as natural, his instincts weren't as sharp.

He had gone back to being a rookie.

A bitter realization settled in his chest.

Just how much had he lost in these ten years?

Before anyone could speak, Snow straightened his posture and looked the director dead in the eye. "So? Do I pass?"

The director took a long moment before answering. Then, with a slow smirk, he leaned forward.

Chapter 2 – The Return of a Fallen Star