𝘐 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹'𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰, 𝘒𝘪𝘵?" "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸." 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. ━━━━━━━━━━━━ It's September 1939, and the Howarth siblings are woken early, told to get dressed. They're evacuating, Mother says, for real - it's not a drill anymore. It's nothing of the sort. Kit might not be living in the same house as his siblings anymore, but he's got other things on his mind. From the strange tension between their hosts' daughter and his friend to the rumours of strange disappearances over the summer, life in Vinmire seems a lot more dangerous than home. Even if Hitler does want to bomb the city... it's nothing certain yet, right? But the bodies of girls that start turning up are real. Horrifyingly so. And if Kit can't work out who's behind the murders, who's to say that his sisters won't be next? What can you do about it when nobody knows how trustworthy you can be? When nobody believes that you're worried about the goings-on before your arrival? When nobody but your classmates really know who you are?