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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

After leaving the studio, Snow walked through the crowded streets, pulling his cap lower to avoid attention. Even though his face wasn't as famous as before, some people still did a double-take when they saw him.

He sighed. It's been ten years. I should be nothing more than a faded name.

And yet, his presence alone was starting to stir things up.

Snow arrived at a familiar building—a high-end salon he used to visit when he was at the peak of his fame. He hesitated for a second before pushing open the door.

The moment he stepped in, a receptionist glanced up—and then froze.

"…Snow Cross?" she whispered, eyes wide.

A stylist who had been flipping through a magazine looked over and nearly dropped it. "No way."

Snow smirked. "Do I need an appointment, or do old customers get a pass?"

The place buzzed with murmurs as more staff turned to look. Some were new and didn't recognize him, but those who did looked completely stunned.

One of the senior stylists, Kai, stepped forward. "I thought I'd never see you here again," he said, crossing his arms. "What happened? You finally got tired of looking like a stray dog?"

Snow chuckled. "Something like that."

Kai exhaled, shaking his head. "Sit down. You've got ten years of neglect to fix."

As Snow settled into the chair, he caught his reflection in the mirror. His once radiant skin was slightly tanned, his hair was messy, his jawline sharper than before. He wasn't the same boy the world had adored.

And yet, deep inside, something was still there.

As Kai worked, Snow closed his eyes, remembering the past.

The blinding lights, the red carpets, the screaming fans.

And the day he left it all behind.

I never thought I'd return.

But now, there was no other choice.

When the session was done, Snow looked up—and for the first time in years, he saw a glimpse of his former self staring back at him.

He ran a hand through his freshly cut silver hair, now neatly styled. His sharp features were back in full force, his striking heterochromatic eyes even more intense.

Kai clapped him on the shoulder. "Now, that's the Snow Cross I remember."

Snow smirked. "Yeah. Feels like I'm seeing him again too."

Chapter 7 – A Step Towards the Past