LOCATION: EDENRIDGE MANOR – FRONT GATES

TIME: 9:04 p.m.

Solene stood at the edge of her own death.

Hair braided tight. Dagger in one boot. Cyanide capsule in her bra.

No back door. No rescue plan. No second try.

The guards didn’t stop her.

Because they didn’t recognize her anymore.

She was no longer the broken girl who bled in silence.

She was war, walking.

INSIDE – GRAND ATRIUM, 9:17 p.m.

Laughter spilled like blood across marble floors.

The guests all ...