Candice doesn’t live in a world of clear-cut heroes and villains. She’s surrounded by morally gray characters, people whose motivations shift like the wind through the Adirondack pines. Some are killers. Some are liars.
Some might just be the difference between life and death.

But how do you trust someone when you don’t even trust yourself?

Randal is a perfect example. He’s not a villain, but he’s no hero either. He’s done things. Bad things. And

Candice knows it. So why does she need him? Why does she want to believe in him, even when every instinct tells her to run?

Because sometimes, in a world where monsters exist, you don’t need a hero—you need someone just dangerous enough to stand beside you.

Would you trust a morally gray character if your life depended on it?