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The masks are gone. The monsters have names now. Senior year has begun with the promise of normalcy, of parades and plans and futures waiting just beyond graduation. Abby Andrews almost believes it. Her scars are healing. The town is quiet.
Then the phone rings.
Loss arrives without warning, ripping Abby into the same grief that will fracture Riverdale all over again-grief that lingers, that hardens, that demands to be remembered. As the town prepares to mourn its fallen and cling to legacy, something else begins to stir beneath the surface.
Someone is watching.
Stories are being rewritten. Secrets are being recorded, copied, and weaponized. At Stonewall Prep, ambition curdles into obsession, and a group of perfectly polished outsiders-the Preppies-are already circling, hungry for a story worth killing for. In Riverdale, the past doesn't stay buried, and trauma doesn't fade-it becomes entertainment.
This is how the year begins.
With a death.
With a silence.
With the slow realization that grief isn't the end of the nightmare-it's the invitation.