Sophia sat by the window, staring out at the sky. The cool night breeze filtered through the slightly cracked window, and the stars seemed to mock her from above, twinkling in a way that felt both distant and cruel. She couldn't tell if it was hope or sorrow swirling in her chest as she looked up, but either way, it weighed heavily on her heart.
It had been days- weeks, maybe- since she'd been taken, forced into this new identity. Her white hair and blue eyes felt like a stranger's reflection in the mirror. It was as if every part of the girl she used to be had been stripped away, leaving behind only the hollow shell of someone she didn't recognize.
"Sophia," she whispered to herself, tasting the name like ash in her mouth.
That's who she was now, wasn't it? The lost Mafia princ
