She would wake up in cold sweat from her own scream and then couldn’t fall asleep for a long time—wrapped in a damp bedsheet, she stared at low stars and tried to erase the last traces of the nightmare from her memory. The guilty one was a beautiful red-haired girl who fell from a high cliff onto the rocks and died right before her eyes. It all happened quickly and absurdly. First came shock and disbelief, then the realization of how fragile life is… When Emma understood this, fear settled in her heart, turning the girl’s life into hell. She even enrolled in psychology—hoping to cope with her phobias and help others—but there was no way for her to get out of the abyss on her own. That’s how Emma ended up at the salon of a fashionable capital healer—Mother Cassiopeia—and… with horror she recognized in her the girl who had died.