She stripped me naked and spread my photos across every platform, forcing me to drop out of school. My grandmother, devastated by the incident, fell ill and never recovered.

That day, the snowstorm was fierce, the car headlights so blinding I couldn’t keep my eyes open. For a moment, I thought, maybe dying like this wouldn’t be so bad.

I watched Terry Black’s panicked figure, his lips muttering “Sirena Ferguson”.

Suddenly, I remembered—Sirena Ferguson had also died in a car accident all those years ago.

Had I hit his sore spot?

Probably, because I could feel his trembling arms around me, his eyes bloodshot, terrifying, like a demon from the...