Three fathers. One deal: a child for a soul.
Davina is one of the cursed. Sixteen years old, living on borrowed time. Her days slip away in quiet terror—dreams of death that come true, a boy who watches too closely, twins who smile like liars. She doesn't know she's doomed. Not yet.
She writes. She lies. She bleeds onto pages no one will read until after she's gone.
She sees blood. She doesn't scream. She moves through the world like a ghost still wearing skin.
When she breaks, it's silent.
When she dies, her real story begins.
Found beside her cold body: a diary.
Inside it—secrets of a girl haunted by powers she never asked for—powers that kill.
She loved. She feared. She obeyed.
But deep down, something darker inside her was always waiting to rise.
This isn’t a story of survival.
It’s a requiem for the damned.
It’s the truth, bleeding through sorrow, bound by blood.
She left behind more than a story.
A curse.
A memory.
A question that demands an answer:
Who dies next?