I've always been different from the people around me... I mean, you feel that's the way you feel when your parents were killed back when you were to young to even remember what they looked like and being forced to jump from one foster family to another doesn't make it any easier. I haven't felt compatible with of the families they've put me with... but that all changed when a lawyer called me, called me and told me about a lost will my father had left for me. Now I get to make my own place where I know I'll belong... but who are these neighbors who stir something deep within my blood? And what is the evil that has been following me in my wake?