Some prophecies aren't meant to be broken… Some are meant to break you.
Five years ago, I broke a box. Lost my sister. Walked straight into a trap dressed up like salvation.
I don't remember any of what came after.
I wake up in a ruined farmhouse that isn't my farmhouse, in a body that's five years older than it has any right to be, and the first thing they tell me is the worst of it: we're still here. Pandora's Box wasn't a gateway. It was a prison. And I'm the one who locked us inside.
My found family has spent half a decade learning what survival costs in a dimension built to break it. Sam doesn't trust me. Lindsay can barely look at me. My mother is here—alive, ten years deep into this nightmare, harder than the goddess who pulled the strings in the first place—and she's already made her peace with what we might have to do.
Because my twin sister isn't a hostage anymore. Cass is the weapon the Crimson Order built out of the parts of her they tore apart, and she hunts us through the Void's five territories wearing my face's mirror image. Every time we fight her, something twin-bright cracks open in my chest.
The prophecy says one twin saves. One twin destroys. And I have no clue which one I am.
I came here to save Cass.
I'm going to have to choose what I'm willing to lose to do it.
