DAY 9
Liya Tunç, who had grown up in the bloody darkness of her past, had touched the shadows to survive; crime was her silent scream, and pain her only companion. Her childhood, molded under İsa’s cold, oppressive shadow, had sharpened her ability to read the counterfeit smiles of the wealthy; for nine days she would lure them into her trap, deceiving them like a silent revenge, quietly tending to her own wounds.
Now, as she stepped into the graves of the Parskan family’s buried secrets, she was dragged into the deep pits of a dangerous game and her own haunted past; friendship, betrayal, love, and survival intertwined like a suffocating web, constricting her breath.
Was she the prey—or the predator? The questions she posed to herself echoed in the dark like a scream, both terrifying her and forcing her to live; and within that scream, Liya walked the edge of a void where she would never fully find herself.