In a kingdom where magic and myth intertwine, Razalea—known only as Raze—is the star of the legendary playhouse, The Grand Cyprus. On stage, she becomes whoever the audience desires. Off stage, she is no one, a phantom slipping between identities, wearing masks of her own making. Every personality had a color in Raze’s mind, a shade woven into the fabric of each role she played. When she slipped into a new persona, she became the mask—her features hardening, softening, shifting effortlessly between gentle and unyielding, timid and fearless. A girl of a hundred faces. And yet, beneath it all, when the stage lights dimmed and the act was over—she was just a girl who was barely sixteen. The El'Grazhia academy looms in the distance, a place of prestige and power where warriors, spellcasters, and beast riders are forged. It should mean nothing to her. And yet, its presence unsettles her—its very scent gnaws at something buried deep within. A reckless duel in the streets, whispers of unrest between kingdoms, and a plot to sabotage the academy's trials pull her into a game she never meant to play. But more dangerous than the scheme itself are the eyes that follow her—some lingering in curiosity, others with chilling intent. They watch as she shifts between roles, as if waiting for her to slip, to reveal the truth even she does not fully know.She has spent her life cloaked in illusion, painting herself in borrowed colors. But beneath the masks, beneath her kaleidoscope—what is her true color? And will she find it before the watchers do? The theater was always her stage. But this time, the audience is unseen, and the performance may cost her everything.