They made a deal. Three fathers. One promise: a child in exchange for a soul.

Davina is one of them. Sixteen. Breathing borrowed time. Her days unravel in quiet terror—dreams of death that come true, a boy who watches too closely, twins with smiles that don’t reach their eyes. She doesn’t know she’s cursed. Not yet.

She writes. She lies. She bleeds on pages no one will read until she’s gone. She sees blood. She does not scream. She moves through the world like a ghost still tethered to skin.
When she finally breaks, it’s quiet

And when she dies, the story begins.

A diary found beside a cold body tells of a girl haunted by and for powers she never asked for—powers that kill. She loved, she feared, she obeyed. But something inside her wanted to reign supreme.


This is not a tale of survival.
It is a requiem for the doomed.
It is truth, dressed in sorrow, and bound by blood.

She left something behind anyway.
A curse. A memory. A question.

WHO DIES NEXT?

I've been stuck here in the hospital since last week Wednesday. It's not a big deal.


Just a trip or fall or whatever anybody else would call it. I call it a mess. My leg will be back to its absolute best in no time. I'm trying so hard to put it together, so my mum won't worry.


"Oh, baby. Hurry back soon ok, bye," my mom said shakily as she ended the call.


Ok, now before I continue, I know there are a lot of questions swarming through your mind. Like, why does the word hospital sound so scary? Why is she trying so hard to stay strong? Is she ok?


And so many other questions, I'm sure, are crashing around in that cute little head of yours.


I'd love to answer every single one of them . I really would. But I'll only be able to answer one:


If after answering my question, you don't know the answer to yours, then...


Don't worry, nothing will happen to you... at least not yet. I'm just kidding. Or am I?


Prologue