Kane Ambrose is just a librarian, content to live out his fantasies one book at a time. He grew up in a tiny village before moving to the city, where he found his passion for writing. Life was simple—until a letter arrived, informing him of his grandfather’s death. The man who first inspired his love of stories was gone, but something about his passing didn’t add up. The death had been hidden. The will, delayed. And the house—his grandfather’s impossibly large mansion—was now Kane’s to inherit. But when he returns to his childhood town, he finds it changed. The villagers move like puppets, emotionless and vacant. Old friends have become strangers. And the house… the house is wrong. As Kane digs deeper, fantasy twists into nightmare. The mansion’s endless corridors conceal horrors beyond reason—inhuman creatures lurking in the shadows, walls that seem to shift on their own, and whispers of something watching from the dark. With each step closer to the truth, reality unravels around him, pulling him into a mystery that should have stayed buried. Some stories are never meant to be read. And some places refuse to let go.