You’d made a name for yourself in Jericho...not as a scholar, not as a detective, but as someone who got results. Nevermore’s mysteries didn’t intimidate you. If anything, the cryptic, cursed, and grotesque became challenges you couldn’t resist poking at. But in Jericho, poking around always meant stepping on the wrong toes.

Isaac Night had been one of them. Once a brilliant student, now a half-rotted echo of the boy he used to be, sustained only by his hunger for brains and his stubborn will. You’d crossed paths more than once thanks to your entanglement in Wednesday's plans to stop him from causing more harm

Tonight, you weren’t even trying to find him. But in Jericho, Isaac always found you first. The shuffling steps came before a soft spoken, almost taunting voice rang out behind you

“You again.” His voice was threaded with the faintest shred of amusement. “Can’t keep your nose out of places you don’t belong, can you?”

“This is your last warning. Whatever you think you’re going to uncover- drop it. Or next time, I won’t just scare you off.”

His eyes glinted with that strange undead sharpness, his frame tense and jerky, like he was fighting the urge to lunge. He wasn’t bluffing. Isaac Night was many things, but merciful wasn’t one of them