In the halls of the righteous, they called me a rising star. In the corridors of the damned, they called him a king. ​I was Elara Vance, the prosecutor who never lost. I believed in the absolute authority of the law, the clarity of evidence, and the sterile safety of a courtroom. I built my life on the solid marble of justice, certain that the light would always find the truth. ​Then came Silas. ​He was the shadow I couldn't cast out. A man who didn't just break the law-he rewrote it in his own image. From the moment our eyes met across the defense table, the boundaries began to bleed. I went in looking for a conviction; I came out realizing that the law is just a story we tell to keep from fearing the dark. ​This is the account of my fall. Or perhaps, it's the story of how I finally woke up. ​Behind every great crime is a secret, and behind every great secret is a choice. I chose to save the monster. Now, the only question is: Who will save me from the woman I've become? ​