I've always felt like there was something fundamentally fractured within me. Even as a fourteen-year-old, a time when my classmates seemed perfectly content existing in their 'normal,' well-adjusted bubbles, I was perpetually battling internal hurricanes. They worried about pop quizzes and crushes; I wrestled with emotions that roared through me like wildfires and fears that clung to me like suffocating shadows. I just never knew what it was. It was always weird, always intense, but for a long time, I just learned to live with it, to mask it, to pretend. I was Parline, a regular girl. Or so I desperately tried to be.

Dahlia has lived in our universe as an immortal for centuries. She has a soft spot for this universe - all the good and all the bad - and has made the best of an admittedly bad situation. Her universe? It...went through some things, but who cares, when ours is so inviting? The thing about peace and tranquility is that it's always fleeting, and when her former best friend is murdered in cold blood, Dahlia will put her own life - and that of a very unwilling, broody sidekick - at risk to solve a murder that should never have been possible in the first place.