Dinah’s days became a blur of careful plotting. The world outside her home continued as normal—school, friendships, fleeting moments of distraction—but inside, her focus never wavered. The people around her didn’t know the turmoil that had become her constant companion. Her teachers saw only a quiet, polite girl who didn’t raise her hand too often, didn’t seek the limelight. Her classmates noticed the absence of her previous spark, but none of them could understand the storm that raged within her. She could never explain it, never tell them that she was in the midst of planning something that would irrevocably change everything. She couldn’t risk revealing her thoughts, her vulnerabilities. Her emotions had become a carefully curated façade, a mask that hid the darkness brewing just beneath the surface.