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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 the shoot, Snow wasted no time heading to the hospital.

The familiar sterile scent greeted him as he entered the dimly lit room. His grandmother lay in the hospital bed, her breathing slow and steady. Her frail fingers twitched slightly, as if sensing his presence.

Snow sat beside her and took her hand gently. "Grandma, I'm sorry," he whispered. "I told you I would quit. I told you I'd never return to this industry. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't stay away. I thought I hated acting… but today, when I was on set… I realized I still love it."

His voice cracked. "I'm truly sorry."

A long silence stretched between them before his grandmother's eyelids fluttered open. Her tired, yet warm eyes met his. Slowly, she lifted a trembling hand and patted his head.

"You don't have to be sorry, Snow," she said softly. "It was never your fault. Your parents… they were so proud of you."

"They bragged about you more than anyone," she continued, her voice weak but steady. "Even when they were busy with work, they made time to watch every drama, every movie, every ad you starred in."

Snow clenched his jaw. He had spent years believing his parents resented his success—that he had stolen their time away, driven them to exhaustion.

His grandmother hesitated before speaking again. "But there's something I never told you."

She took a shaky breath. "When your mother and father came to visit you that night—the night they… they never returned—your old manager told them you didn't want to see them."

"When I called them, asking if they had met you, your father told me everything. He sounded… disappointed, but he still said, 'Maybe next time.' But there was no next time."

The air in the room turned suffocating. Snow felt something dark and violent swirl inside him.

His parents died thinking he had abandoned them.

His hands curled into fists, his nails digging into his palms. His breath came out uneven.

"Who… Who told them that?" he whispered, his voice dangerously low.

His grandmother sighed, eyes filled with sorrow. "It was—"

Chapter 11 – Desperation