At the Eleventh Hour

Description

And it seems like he too, is hiding something beneath his mask.

Foreword

Jeon Soojin's the girl who scavenged throughout the garbage cans and recycling bins of San Francisco, looking for her next meal.

The peasant.

The homeless nobody.

When she signs a contract agreeing to act as an idol's doppelganger without knowing what she was getting herself into, Soojin is shipped from the slums of California to the richest parts of Seoul where she is into the celebrities' world of lies, deceit, and masks..

As she adjusts to living in Krystal Jung's skin, she finds out the truth.

Why she was approached by SM.

Why she mustn't let anyone know that she is an imposter.

Why she must always look behind her back.

Jeon Soojin has changed.

She throws herself whole-heartedly into her search for Krystal and what actually happened to her, uncovering secrets and lies that are better off hidden and forgotten.

And this whole time, there is always someone watching, never too far off, clocking every minute of her life.

Waiting for the right hour.

⌛excerpt⌛

I feel that feeling again.

That tingly feeling crawling down my spine.

I shudder and spin around, only to find, as always, that I am alone.

I take a deep breath.

I am not Jeon Soojin.

I am Krystal Jung.