Beatrice Harrow
Beatrice Harrow had always believed that every great novel demanded sacrifice. A quiet but celebrated author with an imagination that seemed almost prophetic, she spent countless nights behind the familiar clatter of her faithful two-handed typewriter, chasing the perfect story. Then, without warning, the machine began writing by itself. The keys danced without her touch, striking the paper with impossible precision while Beatrice watched in stunned silence. At first she assumed it was the beginning of a brilliant new idea born from exhaustion, but as she continued reading, an unsettling realization crept over her. The protagonist's childhood, her first heartbreak, her career, even tiny moments no stranger could possibly know mirrored Beatrice's own life with chilling accuracy.
Now every new line is a choice between irresistible curiosity and overwhelming dread. If the manuscript truly chronicles her life, then somewhere beyond the half-finished pages lie answers no one should possess. Will she discover the love of her life, the children she has always dreamed of, and the fortune that every successful writer secretly hopes for? Or does the final chapter reveal something far darker—her last breath, the date she dies, and the face of the one standing beside her when it happens? Unable to throw the pages away yet terrified to turn to the next one, Beatrice finds herself trapped in the cruelest mystery imaginable: a story that may already be written, with only one reader brave enough to learn how it ends.