The rain never stops. The streets are empty. The clock is stuck at 6.
Detective Silas Mercer comes home to a nightmare—his wife and son brutally murdered, their bodies arranged with an unsettling precision. He’s seen this before. The Ashfall Killer is back. But something about this case is different.
The city feels hollow, abandoned. The rain falls in a steady, rhythmic pulse, never letting up. And no matter where he looks—his watch, his phone, the clocks on buildings—they all read 6:00. As he chases the killer through the desolate streets, the murders grow more grotesque, the patterns more twisted.
The evidence leads him places that shouldn’t exist, to people who shouldn’t know his name. Shadows stretch when he isn’t looking. Whispers slither through the silence. His own memories begin to feel like a story someone else wrote.
The deeper he digs, the more the lines blur between reality and nightmare. Is he getting closer to the truth, or is something pulling him toward it? The Ashfall Killer isn’t just watching. He’s waiting. And time is running out—if it ever moved at all.
I was given a copy of this book by the author himself. After just a few pages, it became obvious that this “book” wasn’t written - it was AI-generated. I couldn’t get more than a hundred pages in before I had to stop, which surprisingly didnt take long since every other paragraph is only a sentence long. It tries to be dark and mysterious but lacks any semblance of voice. Please do not read this book - you’ll be glad you didn’t.