Amidst the chaos, the disappointments, and the cringe yet cliché romance novels— which, oddly enough, Isolda Maren believes to be too idealized, too wrapped in delusion and desire, and ultimately, too emotionally sugarcoated—she finds solace in the comfort of ‘seeking danger,’ as her adoptive mother liked to say. To her, it was where her soul was drawn, as if peril itself were a magnet. She was an adrenaline junkie—one who flirted with risk just to feel alive (that was her kind of flirting, one she’d never approach with hostility). But one night, in a heart-skipping escape, she found herself hiding in an old, obscure, and forgotten library—but not just any library. It was a collection of unfinished stories belonging to those who had drifted beyond remembrance—in short, the dead. There, she discovered a book with a peculiar cover—one that would change the course of her entire life. In a bizarre twist, she realized the story was eerily familiar—as if she had been living it, as if it were haunting her. But no—it wasn’t.....It was finishing her.