She had been shot—multiple times. The bullets tore through her body before she tumbled off the cliff, crashing into the river below. The impact shattered her breath, and the freezing current dragged her under. Her body should have died.
But something deeper survived.
The pain was unbearable, but it wasn't the worst part. What haunted her more than the wounds was the betrayal—the person she trusted most, the one she protected, had turned on her. The gunfire had stopped, but the memory echoed louder than ever.
Her name was Elise Roswell.
Asia's most wanted fugitive. A ghost born of blood and smoke. Trained from childhood to kill, to lie, to survive. She had escaped the place that created her, built her empire from shadows, and stood untouchable. Her name was whispered in fear, her presence a storm.
And yet… she remembered another life.
A quiet one. A gentler name.
Victoria Harper.
She lived far from the chaos, near the great Wall that kept monsters at bay. Power stirred in her blood, but she concealed it, choosing peace over violence. She defended those she loved without raising a weapon. Not weak—just different. Strong in her stillness.
Elise. Victoria.
Two names. Two lives. Both hers—and neither.
Now, she was something else entirely.
She awoke in a walled city with no memory of how she got there. Her past had been stripped from her—no records, no allies, no choice. Forced into the military of Athena, surrounded by strangers and shadows, she had only one thing left: her name.
She was one or both of them, and somehow, she lost both and became another person.
And whichever name she has now, the world would remember it.
The world will remember Eleonor Celeste.