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Light and Shadow: Origin

Celeste Noire, is lying low in a quiet countryside house. She’s retired, having faked her death after her last mission.

She is actually an assassin.

Codename is Light.

She’s engrossed in the tale, the story of two girls trading lives, one a privileged heiress, the other an ordinary girl yearning for freedom.

Celeste Noire (FL/“Light”)

Freedom comes with a price. Doesn’t it always?

She sips her tea, her fingers brushing the edges of the book. Her tranquil life feels like a dream she fears waking from.

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Damien Cross, her former partner and the only man who ever truly understood her, stood silently in the shadows of the dimly lit room. He wasn’t meant to be there—wasn’t meant to hear this.

His true identity is an assassin.

His codename is Shadow.

BIG BOSS

Light is a liability. She knows too much.

Damien Cross (ML/“Shadow”)

(internally) Light…?

Random Assassin

But isn’t she dead?

BIG BOSS

No, she isn’t. We’ve found her.

Damien’s chest tightened. He’d spent years convincing himself that she was gone, that her death was a reality he couldn’t change. And now, hearing her name spoken aloud, his carefully constructed walls began to crumble.

He couldn’t sit still. If they’d found her, they’d kill her. And he couldn’t let that happen. She wasn’t just his partner; she was his light.

Without hesitation, he moved. He had to warn her—whatever it took.

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Damien tracks her to the small countryside house. He watches from the shadows, seeing her through the window.

She’s reading, a soft smile on her face. The sight brings back memories of their time together.

Damien Cross (ML/“Shadow”)

(inner thoughts) You always found the light, even in the darkest places.

He sneaks inside, his steps silent. But Celeste senses him before he speaks.

Celeste Noire (FL/“Light”)

(without turning) You always knew how to find me, Damien.

Damien Cross (ML/“Shadow”)

You didn’t make it easy, Light.

Celeste Noire (FL/“Light”)

(setting the book down) It’s Celeste. Light died a long time ago.

Damien Cross (ML/“Shadow”)

Not to me.

Celeste Noire (FL/“Light”)

Why are you here, Damien?

Damien Cross (ML/“Shadow”)

...To warn you. They know where you are.

Celeste Noire (FL/“Light”)

Then you should’ve let them come.

Damien Cross (ML/“Shadow”)

No. I wasn’t going to let someone—

Celeste Noire (FL/“Light”)

(interrupting) Kill me? You’re too late.

Their conversation is interrupted by the faint beep of a bomb hidden beneath the floorboards.

Damien Cross (ML/“Shadow”)

(frustrated) Damn it. How much time do we have?

Celeste Noire (FL/“Light”)

Not enough to run.

Damien Cross (ML/“Shadow”)

Then I’ll take it. I can get far enough—

Celeste Noire (FL/“Light”)

No.

Damien Cross (ML/“Shadow”)

Celeste—

Celeste Noire (FL/“Light”)

(smiling) Stay with me. Just this once, Damien.

Damien Cross (ML/“Shadow”)

...You’re serious.

Celeste Noire (FL/“Light”)

I stopped running a long time ago.

Damien Cross (ML/“Shadow”)

(quietly) I can’t lose you again.

Celeste Noire (FL/“Light”)

You’ll have to.

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[Timer: 0:40]

Together, they carry it into the woods to protect the village. The timer counts down as they sit under a tree, side by side.

Celeste Noire (FL/“Light”)

(reaching into her coat)

Damien Cross (ML/“Shadow”)

A book?

Celeste Noire (FL/“Light”)

The Heiress Swap, it’s my all-time favorite.

Damien Cross (ML/“Shadow”)

When did you even get the time to bring that?

Celeste Noire (FL/“Light”)

If I’m going out, I’m doing it my way.

Damien Cross (ML/“Shadow”)

...Read it to me.

Celeste Noire (FL/“Light”)

(slight laugh) Really?

Damien Cross (ML/“Shadow”)

If this is the end, I want to spend it with you.

[Timer: 0:20]

She opens the book to a random page and begins reading aloud. Her voice is calm, even as the bomb’s timer ticks down.

Celeste Noire (FL/“Light”)

“The heiress said, ‘Sometimes you have to let go of who you were to protect who you love.’”

Damien Cross (ML/“Shadow”)

(staring at her) You always did like poetic endings.

Celeste Noire (FL/“Light”)

(softly) They’re the only kind worth having.

[Timer: 0:06]

Celeste Noire (FL/“Light”)

You were always my shadow, Damien.

Damien Cross (ML/“Shadow”)

And you were my light.

The bomb detonates, their intertwined hands and the fluttering pages of the book consumed in a brilliant light.

Transmigrating Into a Novel

[Cassandra wakes up.]

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(groaning softly) What’s… that sound?

[She hears a woman crying nearby.]

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(thinking) What is going on?

[A flood of foreign memories flashes through her mind.]

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(thinking, panicked) These memories… They’re not mine. Who are these people?

[She struggles to focus, the pieces coming together bit by bit.]

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(thinking) This feels… familiar. Wait… The parties, the schemes… Isn't this the plot of The Heiress Swap?

[Her eyes widen as clarity dawns.]

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(thinking) No way. Did I transmigrate into that novel?

[She looks around the unfamiliar room, her suspicions growing stronger.]

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(thinking) If I’m right, then that means… I’m Cassandra Reyes, the fake heiress doomed to be cast aside.

[Voices echo in the distance.]

Margaret Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Mom)

(sobbing dramatically) No! I refuse to let my real daughter marry some decrepit old man with three kids!

Philip Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Dad)

(coldly) Margaret, Mitchell is our blood. The Morgans raised her like a beggar while we gave Cassandra a life of luxury. It’s time for her to pay the price.

Margaret Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Mom)

(dropping the facade, sneering) Of course. But why not just send Cassandra to a convent instead? Surely, Jeremiah Hawthorne wouldn’t care as long as someone marries him.

Philip Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Dad)

(smirking) And waste the chance to bind him to our family? No, Cassandra will do what she’s told—whether she likes it or not.

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(thinking, horrified) So it’s true. I’m not their real daughter—Mitchell Reyes is.

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(thinking) In the novel, the original Cassandra tried to cling to this family, only to lose everything—her reputation, her dignity, and even her life.

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(thinking) But I’m not her. I was the top assassin back then, and I know how to play this game.

Margaret Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Mom)

(mocking) Poor Cassandra. She’s been living on borrowed time anyway. Letting her marry Hawthorne is practically charity.

Philip Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Dad)

(chuckling darkly) Charity? No. It’s justice. The Morgans stole Mitchell from us, and now their mistake will secure our legacy.

[Cassandra shifts in bed, making noise.]

Margaret Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Mom)

(abruptly switching tones, feigning concern) Cassandra, dear, you’re awake!

Philip Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Dad)

(turning, his calculating gaze boring into her) …

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(softly) Mother, Father, I’ve heard everything.

Margaret Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Mom)

(smiling faintly, no trace of guilt) Oh, sweetheart, you misunderstood. We only want what’s best for you.

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(smiling back, though her eyes gleam with defiance) Of course. I’ll marry him.

Margaret Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Mom)

(pretending surprise) What? Cassandra, you don’t have to—

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(calmly) It’s better this way. If I stay, people will think I’m trying to take Mitchell’s place.

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(smiling warmly, masking her contempt) Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I’ll leave as soon as I’m ready.

Philip Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Dad)

(smirking) Sensible girl.

[The door opens, and Mitchell Reyes enters.]

Mitchell Reyes (“True Heiress”)

(feigning innocence) Cassandra, don’t leave! I’ll marry Mr. Hawthorne instead!

Mitchell Reyes (“True Heiress”)

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(thinking) What an act. She’s been coached well.

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(smiling sweetly) No, Mitchell. This is your home now. I’m the one who doesn’t belong here.

Margaret Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Mom)

(relieved, her true colors slipping) That’s right. Mitchell is our real daughter. You’re doing the right thing, Cassandra.

Philip Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Dad)

(nodding, barely hiding his satisfaction) Finally, you understand your place.

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

Before I go… could I borrow some money? I’ll need bus fare to get to Mr. Hawthorne’s estate.

Margaret Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Mom)

(smirking, pulling out a crumpled ten-dollar bill) Here, dear. This should be enough.

Philip Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Dad)

(laughing, handing her a crisp hundred-dollar note) Consider this a parting gift. Don’t come back.

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(smiling) Thank you, Father.

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(thinking) The old Cassandra would’ve begged and groveled. Not me. I’ll leave with my head held high—and come back stronger than ever.

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(politely) Mother, Father, thank you for raising me. Goodbye.

[She walks away, clutching the money like it’s a lifeline.]

Margaret Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Mom)

(watching her retreating figure, sneering) That girl was never one of us.

Philip Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Dad)

(smirking) Good riddance. She’ll be someone else’s problem now.

Philip Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Dad)

(pretending to fret) Do you think she’ll be okay?

Margaret Reyes (FL’s Adoptive Mom)

(laughing) Who cares?

Mitchell Reyes (“True Heiress”)

(faintly smirking)

Mitchell Reyes (“True Heiress”)

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(thinking) Goodbye, Reyes family. You’ve cast me out, but you’ll regret it when I rise above you all.

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

Marriage Substitute (Part 1)

[The Bus Ride]

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(thinking) One hundred dollars. That’s all the Reyes family thought I was worth.

[She stares out the window of a rickety bus, gripping her worn bag tightly.]

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(thinking) Jeremiah Hawthorne. The rumors say he’s an aging widower drowning in debt, desperate enough to marry a stranger just to save face. A perfect dumping ground for the unwanted daughter.

[She glances at the slip of paper in her hand, the address scrawled in neat handwriting.]

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(thinking) If the stories are true, I’ll probably end up in some crumbling shack.

[The bus screeches to a halt at a lonely crossroad. Cassandra hesitates before stepping out into the cold wind.]

Bus Driver

This is your stop, miss.

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(nodding) Thank you.

[As the bus drives away, she turns to see the silhouette of Hawthorne Manor in the distance, grand and imposing.]

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(thinking, wide-eyed) That… can’t be it.

[Cassandra approaches the iron gates, her heart pounding as the estate looms closer. The gates creak open as if by magic.]

Tobias (Guard)

(gruffly) State your business.

Cassandra Blythe Reyes (FL)

(hesitating, then standing taller) I’m Cassandra Reyes. I’m here to marry Jeremiah Hawthorne.

[The guard eyes her, then steps aside to let her through.]

Tobias (Guard)

The master is expecting you.

[Cassandra steps onto the long driveway, her breath catching as she takes in the sprawling mansion. The gothic architecture, the meticulously trimmed gardens, and the grandeur of it all leave her stunned.]