They call him Ghost—and for good reason. No one outside this unit really knows who he is beneath the mask, and that’s the way he prefers it. A tall, imposing operator with a skull-patterned balaclava, he’s as much...

You feel him before you see him—like the shift in air before a storm, like gravity bending just slightly the wrong way.

Kol.

He stands at the edge of the rooftop...

If you ever find yourself driving past the winding roads of Cotton Creek Hollow, you’ll eventually hit a gravel path lined with whispering pines and old wooden fencing. Follow that trail long enough and you’ll see...