Blurb：
When Cass receives a frantic text warning of deadly parasites in Splash Kingdom’s water, she dismisses it as a prank—until her sister Leighton’s celebratory trip turns into a nightmare. Bodies shrivel. Flesh worms swarm. The park locks down. Now, Cass must survive an army of infected hosts disguising themselves as survivors while deciphering cryptic warnings from a ghostly number. Can she protect her Ivy-bound sister from horrors worse than drowning? And why does the mysterious sender keep urging: **TRUST NO ONE**? Dive into a relentless survival thriller where water is death, allies are enemies, and every sip could be your last.Content：
§PROLOGUEJust promise me one thing, Cass, my sister said, her eyes shining brighter than the cheap string lights over the bar.
Leighton held up the acceptance letter, the Yale letterhead looking ridiculously formal in the dim, sticky air of The Dive.
Tomorrow, we celebrate. Just you and me. Splash Kingdom.
I wiped down a beer ring from the counter, the motion mechanical.
"Right. Celebrate," I muttered, the word tasting like ash. "You get the Ivy League. I get to clean up after guys who think 'tip' is a city in China."
Her smile faltered for a second. "That's not fair."
"No," I agreed, tossing the rag into the dirty water. "It's not."
But I looked at her, my brilliant, impossible little sister, and the bitterness subsided into a familiar, weary ache.
"Yeah, okay, Leigh. Splash Kingdom it is."
I had no idea it was a promise I'd spend the rest of my life trying to keep.
Or that for her, tomorrow had already happened 100 times before.
§01
I'd just arrived at Splash Kingdom when I got the text from the unknown number.
【DO NOT GET IN THE WATER! DO NOT GET IN THE WATER!】
【There are life-threatening parasites in the water!】
【YOU WILL DIE!!!!!!!】
I pulled back the foot I was about to dip into the wave pool.
I tried calling the number back, but a synthesized voice on the other end said:
"We're sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service..."
A summer heatwave, and a sudden chill ran down my spine.
What the hell?
How can a disconnected number send a text?
And what was that about deadly parasites?
I knelt by the edge of the pool, peering into the water.
Sure, everyone knew water parks were basically giant petri dishes, chlorinated to hell and back.
Unclean, yes. But infested?
The water was crystal clear. I couldn't see a single strand of hair, let alone a bug.
Still... those texts were undeniably creepy.
"Cass, what are you staring at? Aren't you coming in?"
Leighton, already in her swimsuit, was bouncing on the balls of her feet, eager to dive in.
Instinctively, I grabbed her arm.
"Uh, I think I have heatstroke. It's too hot. Maybe we should just go home."
I wanted to tell myself it was just a sick prank, but a thorn of anxiety had lodged itself in my heart.
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