Helena Smith is a ghost in the machine of modern London. She has no friends, no history, and no digital footprint. Her life is a curated void. To feel real, she breaks into the homes of the wealthy—not to ransack them, but to inhabit them. She tries on their clothes, eats their food, and fixes their crooked paintings, stealing only small tokens before vanishing into the night.
It was supposed to be just another routine entry. A pristine villa in Richmond. A perfect couple. But in the silence of their home, Helena finds a crack in the façade. Hidden behind the designer suits and domestic bliss lies a secret cold enough to freeze the blood.
Intrigued by their deception, Helena steps out of the shadows and into their lives. She follows them. She dines with them. She becomes the mirror to their lie.
But David Miller is not just a suburban husband. He is a predator who recognizes the scent of an intruder. Now, the roles are reversed. The perfect couple has turned their gaze on Helena, and the city that once hid her is now closing in.
In a survival race stripped of technology and safety nets, Helena must learn that the only way to survive a monster is to become one herself.