Maya, a young woman with extraordinary knife skills, finds herself entangled in a chilling murder investigation. The victims are all killed with a precision that mirrors her expertise, and the evidence inexplicably points toward her. As she struggles to prove her innocence, Maya becomes ensnared in a dark web of manipulation, buried secrets, and psychological torment. Her only solace is Arjun, her childhood friend and confidant, who believes in her innocence and vows to protect her. But even his unwavering support begins to falter when new evidence surfaces, casting doubt on everything they thought they knew. Meanwhile, Maya senses she is being watched. A mysterious stalker has been following her for months, leaving her unnerved and questioning her safety. She catches fleeting glimpses of him-a shadow in the distance, a figure lurking in the dark-but his motives remain unclear. Is he connected to the murders, or does he have his own twisted agenda? The truth becomes more confusing as the lines between ally and enemy blur. In a horrifying twist, Maya discovers a mutilated body hidden in her refrigerator, clutching a knife identical to her own set. A note left on the fridge reads: "Your move, Blade Artist." The victim is someone tied to her repressed past, forcing her to confront memories she had long buried. As Maya unravels the threads of her forgotten childhood, the murders, and her stalker's sinister presence, she begins to question everyone around her, including Arjun. Is he truly the ally he appears to be, or is he hiding something? And the stalker-why does he seem to know so much about her life? Caught in a deadly game of deception, Maya must uncover the truth before her mind-or her life-falls apart. But one question haunts her most of all: What if the killer isn't framing her, but trying to awaken something within her?

I shouldn't have been walking around alone at night. I shouldn't have stopped and watch the obviously crazy man set the building on fire. And I sure of hell shouldn't have accidentally caught his attention. Then maybe, just maybe I wouldn't have been kidnapped by the world's most evil super villain. And then hopefully right now I wouldn't be wishing that he wasn't completely crazy, and wanted to kill every super hero in the world, and that he would, I don't know, take me to the movies, hold my hand as we walked together, or maybe take me to dinner one night. You know normal, cute couple stuff. Instead he likes to kick puppies when no ones watching, dropping me from high buildings, and throwing people into traffic, annoyingly. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't have been taken by someone who's whole mission in life is to watch every super die, and cackle evilly while he thinks of it. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't start feeling bad for this super villain. Maybe I wouldn't be questioning everything I've ever learned about him. And God forbid, I wouldn't be loving a villain.