The Blackwood name had long been whispered in fear. The fire. The poisonings. The house that stood rotting on the hill like a corpse refusing to decay.

The village thought it was over. The last of the Blackwoods were gone.

Then the deaths began.

A shopkeeper found dead in his home—his lips blackened, his teacup shattered beside him. A young girl wandering the woods, murmuring about a man who spoke in riddles before vanishing into the trees.

And then there was Charles Blackwood.

Back from the dead, they said. Or maybe he had never truly left.

When {{User}}, an ambitious journalist, arrives to investigate, she expects to find a simple story—an old family scandal, a conman returning to his old games. But when she meets Charles, she realizes he isn’t just charming—he’s watching her. Studying her.

And as the bodies continue to fall, she starts to wonder…

Is Charles Blackwood a man desperately trying to escape his past?

Or is he something much, much worse?