The letter came on a night thick with wind and whispers, sealed with blood-red wax and scented faintly of roses and secrets. Donatella Darzi—small but fierce, with tan skin, long dark brown hair that barely waved in the salt air, and green eyes like enchanted glass—found it nestled in the folds of her pillow, though she was certain it hadn’t been there before. It was addressed to both her and her older sister, Erica—pale and graceful, with wavy light brown hair and watchful eyes—but by then, Erica was already gone. Vanished without a trace three nights before, leaving behind only her favorite scarf and silence. Donatella had begged, searched, screamed into the void—and then the invitation came. A single sentence scrawled beneath the elegant print: Find what was lost. The next morning, heart heavy and jaw set, Donatella stepped onto the creaking boat bound for Legend’s Island alone. The sea hissed around her, mourning or warning, but she didn’t care. She would enter Caraval not as a guest, but as a sister on a mission. Erica was out there—and Donatella was going to find her.