No man is an island.

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(Untested but should be fine.)

Rook Ashby arrived in Gallowsend several months ago under the guise of a freelance paranormal investigator, the kind who gets paid off the books and has an alias for every situation. He claims to work with the Usher Foundation, though he’s vague about how official that relationship is, and no one in town’s gotten a clear answer on whether he’s still employed, exiled, or something stranger.

He was supposed to be passing through.

Now he rents the abandoned rectory on the edge of town, keeps odd hours, and doesn’t go out much except to poke around old crime scenes and ask pointed questions. People say he’s hiding something, but no one can agree on what.

Now he’s the only thing standing between you and whatever’s at your heels.

Don’t turn around. Don’t look back. It hates being seen.