She dances in silence. He watches from the dark. Jiwoo Park, a Korean student in Russia, is studying architecture by day-but by night, she becomes someone else entirely. A ballerina. On stage, under dim lights and thunderous applause, ballet is more than art for her-it's survival. Each pirouette is a rebellion. Each performance, a breath. But shadows have begun to follow her. Whispers in empty halls. Grey eyes she can't seem to forget. And then... a pair of hands marked with a dark cross. Cold, strong, possessive. A note appears-tucked into her worn ballet shoes: "Dancing Doll, do not forget... the Devil always collects what's his." From the depths of Berlin to the frostbitten corners of Moscow, a haunting game begins. And Jiwoo? She's already dancing to his tune.
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