Blackmail and fear of ending up behind bars forced me to take part in a matchmaking selection disguised as a man. But something is clearly wrong with this contest. They try to either kill or maim me with astonishing frequency, and I can’t make sense of the whole show. Revenge? I’m afraid it’s not that simple, and behind the external display and fake smiles there’s something far bigger than a pursuit of ratings.
My silent guardian angel only heightens my anxiety with its omissions, and the ancient one—before whom my heart painfully stops—is hiding a far more terrible secret. Will I want to know the truth and get back myself?