Raine didn't let herself react. She wouldn't give Kairo the satisfaction.
But as she walked away, his words clung to her like a curse.
"Ghosts have a way of creeping up when you least expect it."
She shook her head. No. She had buried the past. It wasn't coming back.
Yet, that night, sleep didn't come easy.
A dream clawed its way into her mind—no, not a dream. A memory.
Blinding stage lights. A roaring crowd. Her name being screamed over and over.
Then—darkness.
A sharp gasp tore from her throat as she jolted awake. Her hands trembled. Her breath came in ragged pants.
That night. The night everything fell apart.
She pressed a hand to her chest, grounding herself. It was over.
A soft vibration snapped her back to reality. Her phone screen lit up.
Unknown Number: Still think you can outrun the past?
Her pulse spiked.
Then, another message.
Unknown Number: You're not the only one wearing a mask, Raine.
Her breath caught. What the hell did that mean?