Chapter 8: Make Your Own Door The stone wall where the arch had been looked smug. Smooth. Seamless. Like it…
Chapter 7: Drop Shaft For half a heartbeat, Ace’s body forgot what “down” meant. The emerald circle didn’t crack like…
Chapter 6: The Hymn Under the Skin The new rhythm didn’t enter through the ears. It entered through the ribs.…
Chapter 5: Pattern-Breakers The circle didn’t close with a clang. It closed with agreement. One moment, the stone under their…
Chapter 4: Choir Zone The arch didn’t feel like a doorway. It felt like a decision. Ace ran straight at…
Chapter 3: The Door That Wasn’t There The metal didn’t fold. It forgot. That was the only way Ace could…
Chapter 2: Protocol Ghosts The photo in the envelope wasn’t dramatic. It didn’t need to be. A tunnel mouth. Concrete…
Chapter 1 The city never really slept; it stalled. Neon didn’t glow so much as it bled—thin colors smeared across…
Tokyo didn’t sleep. It just changed its mask. At street level it was neon and polite lies, trains threading through…
Ace is small, sharp-tongued, and far more dangerous than anyone expects.Barely four feet tall and armed with twin katanas, she…