𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 felt like a small death, a𝐬 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 knew all too well. The town of Hawkins embraced her with its bleached shop windows, the stinging smell of damp pavement, and the heavy burden of eyes that seemed to palpate her inner being, searching for lingering marks of her past. Two years at a correctional facility hadn't erased her history, rather, they had honed it to a sharper edge, like a photographic negative brought to light with excessive brilliance. And yet, Hawkins had subtly shifted - an unseen fissure now deepened beneath its accustomed facade, expanding relentlessly.

→♡ 𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐢-𝐲𝐚 𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐄𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫, "'𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬'" 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐌𝐢-𝐲𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬? 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲? 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. →♡ 𝐆𝐨 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 '"𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧'" , '"𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮'" 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐭𝐜 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐦

➩𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗦: 𝗔𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗕𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻d 𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗦𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗬𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀.. 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨: 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛; 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩; 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩/𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩; 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙.

⏼ 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐃𝐀-𝐄𝐔𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐄-𝐇𝐎: childhood sweethearts, two inseparable birds who shared everything, starting with a sandbox. Their picture-perfect romance shatters into a million pieces at age 28, all thanks to one devastating text message. 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, A twisted fate throws them both into a horrific survival game, where the mistakes of the past suddenly seem... irrelevant.

𝘼𝙐: 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. ‎˖ ࣪⊹𐙚 - ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ - ᡣ𐭩 ྀིྀ ᯓ★ 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙔𝘼 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧. 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞 - 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.