It is the one boundary she has kept, the one thing that still belongs only to her. Everything changes the night a book, delivered under suspicious circumstances, pulls her through its pages and gives her a name she does not recognize.
Sabine.
The characters insist it is hers. The world reacts as if it is true. Yet she feels the lie of it deep in her bones, even as the story reshapes itself around her and five strangers become bound to her fate.
To escape, she must survive a narrative that is not finished and choose the soulmate the world claims belongs to her. To survive, she must play a role she has never read in a realm with no rules and no way to predict what comes next.
The farther she strays from the plot, the more violently the world glitches. It forces her toward the path it believes is right, a path she can't see and is not sure she wants.
Somewhere between the chapters, she begins to wonder one thing.
If the book knows her name, why can she not remember it?
