The door clicked shut, leaving Raine alone.
Her reflection stared back at her from the mirrored walls of the practice room—but it wasn't really her, was it?
Not Raine Vesper, the rookie trainee.
But the girl she used to be.
A fallen idol. A name erased from the industry. A ghost walking in the world of the living.
Raine exhaled sharply, shoving the thoughts away. She couldn't afford to slip. Not when Kairo was already circling like a wolf sniffing out blood.
Her hands clenched into fists. He couldn't find out. No one could.
Before she could drown in her own thoughts, her phone buzzed. A message flashed across the screen.
Unknown Number: You shouldn't have come back.
Raine's pulse spiked. No. It couldn't be.
The past was supposed to be dead. Buried. Forgotten.
But someone knew.
And they were watching.