Where the wild things die

Where the wild things die

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When you're running from your past, a safe house can feel like a sanctuary. At St. Ellalyn Sanctuary, a refuge for troubled teens, every resident has a story of trauma and a history of bad decisions. But what happens when the very place built to heal becomes a hunting ground? When the teens realize one of their own is a ruthless psychopath, the line between victim and predator blurs. As paranoia and fear take hold, friendships shatter and every dark secret becomes a weapon. In a house of broken kids, the hunt is on for the monster next door, and in this twisted game, not everyone will survive. Welcome to St. Ellalyn Sanctuary, where the wild things don't just live-they die.
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