2) On our wedding anniversary, my husband put something in my glass. I decided to switch it with his sister’s glass.

Digging deeper, I uncovered their conspiracy—both plotting my demise. And behind them? A shadowy network called “M.O.”

I infiltrated it.

Now, I control lives from the shadows. But one day, I found a photo of myself asleep—and a note: “You are not the first.”

Now I wait, nameless, watching the watchers. Because the real game has only just begun.