The world has ended, not with a bang or a whimper, but with a song. Every night when the sun goes down, the Song starts up again. In the early days, it was faint and localized with only a few people going missing, lured by the Song of the Night Choir. Before long, entire neighborhoods were walking out into the night to join the Choir, never to be seen again. The more voices joined the choir, the louder it grew. For a while, Adam King...