She thought it was junk mail. It wasn't. Black envelope, no return address, her name in gold — like someone wanted her to feel important before they ruined her life. Six months. One role. Winner takes all. One rule she can't break: she will not be playing herself. Then she finds the photograph — her own face, taken from the street she walks every single day — and one word underneath it: TARGET. Someone has been watching her long enough to know exactly how to scare her. She has until midnight. After that, there's no version of her life that stays the same.