Winterhollow should have celebrated Christmas- instead, fear moved in. A masked man walks through the town like a shadow with a heartbeat. Murders no one can explain. Bodies arranged in ways no one understands. And no one knows what he wants... or who he is hunting. Until his eyes meet hers. Elin-soft, warm, untouched by the darkness swallowing Winterhollow. But why does he stop when he sees her? Why does he return that night... to the mansion? Why does every scream fall silent except hers? And why-when she begs-does his blade finally hesitate? What does he see in her? A witness? A weakness? A future obsession? Or the one thing he was never meant to touch? Winterhollow is bleeding. A killer is choosing. And the question is no longer who he will kill next- but why he didn't kill her. Two lives. One shadow. A desire born from darkness. And a town that will bleed before the truth comes out. Welcome to Winterhollow. Where Christmas died...and something else was born.