steffy mathew was a quiet girl, the kind who blended into the background-obedient, studious, almost invisible. but monsters don't always lurk in the dark; sometimes, they exist in plain sight, wearing familiar faces. and when they leave scars too deep to heal, something far more terrifying is born.pain turned to numbness. numbness turned to rage. and rage? rage became hunger-cold, calculated, insatiable.no one noticed when the shift happened. no one saw the moment innocence withered away, leaving behind something unrecognizable. the perfect daughter. the quiet, well-mannered girl. they never questioned the mask she wore, never saw the monster taking shape beneath it.but they will.because the world isn't kind to the broken. mercy is for the weak. and steffy mathew refuses to be weak any longer.dark, gripping, and unsettling, the mask unravels the making of something lethal-a shadow that walks in plain sight, waiting for the right moment to strike.the question isn't if she will kill.the question is... who's next?