“I didn’t summon him. I wrote him.”
Every version of the girl who entered Ashwood House disappeared.
Some were claimed by madness.
Others by fire.
All by the story waiting inside the walls.
Seraphine Vale is the seventh girl to inherit the manuscript.
But she isn’t like the others.
She doesn’t run from the house’s shadow.
She listens to it.
And when she finds the unfinished script of her predecessor —
and the golden-eyed presence sleeping between its lines —
Seraphine does what none of the others dared:
She begins to finish the story.
But the more she writes him, the more he becomes.
And the more he becomes… the more he rewrites her.
Now, she must choose:
Write him as her weapon.
Or become the myth herself.
One rule echoes through every version:
Don’t finish the sentence.
