Issac was a boy who suddenly appeared in a forest, no memory or knowledge of the world around him. Drew was a girl who went through hell and back wearing a grin, hardened by the thoughts of revenge. Each the opposite of the other, but both connected in ways even the gods couldn't predict. Will he recover the memories lost? Will she finally get the revenge she's craved most her life?

Short story collection. They gather in the dark: those who did not traverse to face their judgement when their mortal shells expired. It is within these darkest regions that the veil to the mortal realm is weakest. Sentinels stand at each of the seven gates, commanded by the gods to guard against the spirits that try to break out of Akasha. But there are some who manage. Many come seeking closure, demanding retribution for wrongs done onto them by their mortal brethren. No longer visible, they collate shadows, merging with the darkness to assume corporeal form that allows them to move among you, yet remain hidden; at least until it's too late to do anything more than beg for mercy. For darkness taints even the purest of souls.