Nocturne Ward

Amara Baptiste has always believed in control.

Control of her body.
Control of her mind.

Control of the patients she sedates every night inside Nocturne Ward-a private psychiatric facility tucked deep in New Orleans, where silence feels... unnatural.

But Patient 303 doesn't behave like the others.

He doesn't sleep.
He doesn't speak unless he wants to.
And though the charts say he's blind-

he always knows exactly where she is.

At first, it's just a feeling.
A presence.
The sense that someone is watching her in the quiet hours between midnight and morning.

Then she starts dreaming.

Not fragments. Not nightmares.

Worlds.

And in every one of them-

he's waiting.

Seated like something ancient.
Watching like something that remembers her.

As the line between waking and dreaming begins to blur, Amara realizes something far more dangerous than a patient has been contained inside Nocturne Ward.

And somehow-

it has chosen her.

Because Patient 303 isn't sick.

He's starving.

And what he wants from Amara Baptiste...

is not her body.

It's her soul.