They told her it was a simple recovery job. A stolen Noh mask. An anonymous client. A clean break from the ghosts of Belize.

But when Jessica Sanchez arrives in Kyoto, she finds more than an artifact—she finds a trail of bodies, a whisper of a forgotten project, and a photograph that shouldn’t exist. Someone is pulling strings behind the scenes. Someone who knows her real name. Someone who knows she’s been here before.

As her team digs deeper, old symbols resurface, memories bleed through locked doors, and every lead draws her closer to a facility that was never supposed to be found. The past isn’t behind her. It’s buried beneath her feet—and it’s waking up.

The more she uncovers, the clearer it becomes: this isn’t about the masks. It’s about her.

And someone is making damn sure she remembers.