You do what you can to survive on Ensa Caison. To get ahead, to keep your wallet tucked safely away. When are those dice gonna roll in my favor?
You learn to listen when the rumors get ripe. Word is, they’ve found some ruins over in a haunted forest. I like ruins—middle of nowhere, no security, no witnesses. And haunted? Less competition.
Sometimes you need a little help to clean house. I know I shoulda told my friend a little more about what he was getting into. But how was I supposed to know he’d be such an idiot? And now he brought his sister, too?
We had no idea what was waiting for us. The bodies, the destroying angel, the depth of the mystery lurking beneath that pristine forest robe.
Now it’s every man for himself. Only there aren’t just men. Or humans. And this garden paradise is tipping over the edge of a long plunge to Hell.