Result narrated by "Tara Sandoval" in All categories

The Ouroboros don't rule with armies. They never needed them. For ten thousand years they have ruled from the wreckage of Babel, shaping belief, fracturing language, engineering the gods humanity kneels to. They have algorithms where other empires have soldiers. They have illusions where other powers have walls. And they have never, not once, lost.

The Ouroboros don't rule with armies. They never needed them. For ten thousand years they have ruled from the wreckage of Babel, shaping belief, fracturing language, engineering the gods humanity kneels to. They have algorithms where other empires have soldiers. Illusions where other powers have walls. And they have never, not once, lost.

She woke at 5:03 a. m. The sun still slumbered in the east, while the light scattered everywhere else. She already knew what she had to do. Lizzie has survived things that don't have clean names. A house where charm disguised cruelty and silence was the only form of safety available to a child. A father whose violence was carefully maintained, a mother who looked away, a sister who bled out saving her. A world that kept taking, sedatives, memory, ECT, Emma's camera, Emma herself. Now the police are calling it suicide. Lizzie knows what it actually was.

Leonor was made to disappear people. Forged before she was old enough to grieve, shaped by an uncle whose reach stretches further than his nine-hundred-and-twelve-square-foot exile would suggest. She buries emotion. She does not ask questions. Until the death note arrives with a name she cannot touch, and a war she cannot see the edges of pulls her under. At the center of it: Juliet and Juliette. Heirs to houses that have bled each other for generations, bound by a sapphic love secret enough to unravel every alliance Mafia Land has paid for in bodies.