Some holes can't be filled. Some evils can't be explained.
Mick Enderson walks among us, a man hiding in plain sight, chasing a feeling he can't name and a hunger he can't silence. Whispers of vanished lives shadow his every step, while a sinister presence lingers at the edge of his conscience, urging him deeper into the dark.
As bodies disappear and fear grows, a relentless detective and a conflicted priest find themselves drawn into a chilling cat-and-mouse pursuit, each step revealing uncomfortable truths about the nature of evil, and the thin line that separates salvation from damnation.
A psychological thriller soaked in dread and moral ambiguity, this is not a story about justice. It's a story about what we refuse to see, until it's far too late.
