He's just an intern. Clumsy, cheerful, and always smiling.
That's what everyone says about William Jakaraptr , the new arrival at the city's homicide department. With mismatched socks and eyes that sparkle too much for a place soaked in blood and lies, he doesn't belong there.
But then again, nothing in this city belongs anymore.
Detective Est Supha has spent years buried in unsolved murders, his soul stitched together by cold cases and cigarettes. He doesn't talk more than necessary. He doesn't smile. He doesn't feel.
Until William starts showing up , at the worst times, with the right questions.
With observations no rookie should make.
With a gaze that lingers too long on crime scenes... and on him.
When a series of brutal, eerily staged murders begins to surface, Est sees a familiar pattern , one he hoped was buried years ago.
Victims left in twisted poses. Words scratched into walls.
A killer that never leaves a trace... but always leaves a message.
As Est dives deeper into the case, the shadows start whispering again , of the one crime that broke him... and the intern who may know more than he admits.
Is William just a curious fool with bad timing...
...or is he exactly where the killer wants him to be?