Evelyn Hawthorne, stepping onto the rain-slicked cobblestones of Blackwood Manor, feels an immediate chill that has nothing to do with the storm, her instincts screaming that the curated peace of the evening is a meticulously crafted lie, stirring a familiar dread she'd buried since her last case. The heavy oak doors of Blackwood Manor, once open, now slam shut with a deafening thud, plunging the entrance hall into an unsettling darkness, the sound echoing a finality that sends a shiver down Evelyn's spine.

A Crimson Invitation