Chapter 3

The crowd exploded. Ten seconds of suffocating quiet filled the hall.

Every eye locked onto my left wrist, raised on stage.

Under the spotlight, the scar was laid bare, twisting and vicious, like a writhing centipede, burned into my skin, marking me forever with the betrayal and despair of that snowy night five years ago.

Then, the crowd went absolutely wild, chaos breaking out all over the hall.

Reporters pushed forward in a frenzy, flashes exploding everywhere, turning the room into a blinding sea of white.

In the guest seats, some people covered their mouths in shock, others jumped to…