The Crimson Death
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Seventeen-year-old Renji thought it was just a strange song in the night-until red smoke crept through his sister's door and she vanished without a trace. Haunted by a voice that calls itself Crimson Death, Renji is cursed, marked, and left for dead.
As his hair turns violet and visions plague his mind, Renji begins a terrifying journey through fear, trauma, and supernatural forces to find his sister. But Death doesn't wait... it watches. And the closer Renji gets to the truth, the more twisted and deadly his fate becomes.
How far would you go to save the one you love - even if it means losing yourself?
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