From publisher blurb:
A string of grisly murders has left the city on edge—victims drained of life, their faces frozen in terror. No forced entry, no struggle, just bodies left as if death itself had reached out and touched them. Or they’re missing altogether. The only common thread? Electronic interference, whispers caught on phone recordings, and shadows lingering too long in surveillance footage.
The deeper the Heroes dig, the more they realize they aren’t just hunting a killer—they’re being watched. A rogue parapsychologist believes she can control it, a homeless veteran rants about a faceless figure in the alleys, and a hardened detective knows better than to ignore the feeling of unseen eyes. Mh’ollen isn’t a ghost or a demon—it’s something worse, a force that grows stronger with every fearful glance over the shoulder.
Mh’ollen does not hunt in the dark—it is the dark. Even things that go bump in the night avoid it, this figure that is just far enough away that you can’t be sure it’s real. It doesn’t need to strike; fear alone feeds it. It’s one of the Forgotten Ones, not because someone erased it, but because people only remember it in whispers, never speaking of it aloud, never fully acknowledging it.
Something waits. If the Heroes stop looking, it may let them go. If they press forward, they may uncover the truth—but at what cost? For to see Mh’ollen is not an immediate death sentence. But the moment you know it is there, it may already be too late.