The Upper East Side was buzzing with whispers and flashing cameras, but today it was more than the usual drama.

Blair Waldorf had vanished.

The scandal hit like a tidal wave: an anonymous leak, a shocking photo, a rumor too wild to ignore. By morning, Blair’s penthouse was empty, her social media silent, and the city’s elite buzzing with speculation.

You were at Serena’s loft when her phone rang. She answered, her face pale.

“She’s gone,” Serena said, voice tight. “Blair. She… she’s really gone. I don’t know where.”

Your heart dropped. “What do you mean, gone?”

Serena looked at you, eyes desperate. “I mean—she’s disappeared. And if anyone else finds her first…”