I’m not a monster—at least, not by choice. I was born human, lived clean, died once, and woke up thirsty. They call me Johnny now, though I don’t remember giving it out. Every night after my shift at the morgue, I feed. Not because I enjoy the pain, but because the hunger never stops. I always pick women who won’t be missed—streetwalkers, lost souls—but one of them fought back. She shouldn’t have survived. She shouldn’t have remembered anything. But she ran, bleeding and broken, into the arms of the police. And now, even if she can’t name me… I know she feels me still. If I don’t find her first, the city will burn with what I am.

Enter a world shrouded in ancient secrets and a chilling legacy. Laura Gaunt, an 'oddball' with a mysterious past, is haunted by prophetic nightmares and the lingering shadow of a family tragedy. When a cryptic article hints at the existence of supernatural beings, Laura embarks on a desperate quest for answers, only to find herself embroiled in a dark mystery where her own resemblance to a rumored 'monster' blurs the lines between truth and illusion. Will she uncover the secrets of her lineage, or will she become another victim of Sylvania's sinister curse?