A small town.
A series of deaths that don't make sense.
And a pattern no one was meant to see.
Deputy Evan Hale understands violence. He's lived it. Carried it. Buried it.
What he doesn't understand is precision.
Each body is different. But not random.
Each mark is deliberate. Exact. Repeated.
And somewhere between the crime scenes and the quiet rooms of a rural clinic, something begins to shift.
A treatment meant to help him sleep... opens something instead.
The deeper Evan looks, the clearer the pattern becomes.
The clearer the pattern becomes, the less certain he is of where it's coming from.
Some doors aren't meant to open.
And once they do... they don't close.