Arowa had spent her life within the walls of the motel, trained to run it with precision, yet haunted by the one thing she lacked-a past. She could read people like an open book, but her own story remained a mystery. That was until the night a stranger arrived, rain-soaked and desperate, claiming to seek someone missing for twenty years. Then the lights went out. A gunshot rang through the halls. And in the flickering glow of the emergency lights, Arowa saw the truth-her own face staring back at her from an old photograph in the man's pocket. Her past wasn't just forgotten. It had been hidden. And now, someone was willing to kill to keep it that way.