Detective Jane Michaels arrives in Ridgeview to start fresh after a catastrophic case nearly ended her career. On her first day, she’s assigned a gruesome case involving a serial killer who dresses his victims as brides and leaves a single rose. As Jane dives deeper, she uncovers unsettling details about the victims and their lives. Amidst the investigation, she crosses paths with Nathaniel Carter, a kind and mysterious local writer who slowly chips away at her walls. But Ridgeview is a town of secrets, and the truth is never as it seems. When a victim escapes the killer’s clutches and gives a description, the case takes an unexpected turn. The town is rocked as the killer is unmasked—someone who was hiding in plain sight. In the final confrontation, Jane must use her wit and emotional resilience to bring the killer to justice. But even as the case is solved, a sinister shadow lingers, and Jane faces her own demons, left with an unsettling gift that raises more questions than answers.
View MoreAfter killing the sixth prince, I never imagined it would cost me my life. It no longer matters, as the world has finally come to an end. I am free.
I, Zarah, am the last human in the area. There's no point in fighting if I'm going to be alone in the end, regardless of whether I liberate the world from the demons.
“Is that it? How boring. I didn’t even get to have my turn to fight.” The seventh prince sighs in disappointment. I can no longer remember which prince among the seven he represents, after all the princes I killed. I even lost track of their names. “Hey, lady. You’re name is Zarah, right? Are we still going to have a brawl or what?” I can hear the impatience in his voice
Try to remember, Zarah, which prince is he? I urge myself to recall, but my mind is drawing a blank as much as I try. I am dying, which makes it harder for me to focus.
“Hmm? Wow, my brother’s poison is making you go numb. That’s unfortunate. I wanted to have a go with you. I heard that you are really strong.”
“...kill me…already…” I gasp. I could vaguely see the prince dancing around me. Sometimes, I could feel his boot that kept nudging my stiff face from the poison.
“Kill you?” I hear him cackle. “If I do that, that will be boring. It’s super boring here, especially when none of them is as good a fighter as you.” He tried to say it in a sympathetic voice, but failed.
“Say, little lady.” I notice a slow movement from the demon prince when he crouched before me. His face is covered with a white smiling mask that makes him look even more mysterious. “Would you like to make a deal with me? Now, before you say anything to decline, let me explain my bargain. I know that humans are wary of making deals with demons because of the price. Am I right?”
It’s true. Striking deals with demons usually costs a person eternal damnation. I can’t even begin to estimate the cost of making a deal with a demon prince.
“This is my offer. I will send you to the past, where you can make use of your abilities to stop the end of the world. Work hard to siphon powerful abilities that can help you fight the other princes. My condition? You have to stay alive until the time that we’ll have to fight each other.” The offer seemed so surreal that I tried to look up at the prince. He still has a mask on, so I cannot read his expression. I heard his chuckle from under the mask. “The offer doesn’t seem so bad, right?”
“It’s…unfavorable…to…you.” I gasp. I felt my throat hitching from the dryness.
“True.” The masked prince nods in agreement and crosses his arms. “There is a chance that humanity might stand. But it doesn’t bother me that much. If you die, the last human dies. Demons win. With you gone, who will we fight? Either way, it’s going to be boring when you’re not around, screaming and threatening to kill us, which you MOSTLY did - I commend you for that.” He clapped his hands in a silent applause before he continues. “If I give you, a human, a second chance in life, you guys might stand a chance. I want to see how much you can change the past as much as I want to fight you. So, little lady, what do you say?”
His offer is tempting. I admit that there are a lot of moments when I wish that I had discovered my talent before demons took over. My talent is rare and could have drastically changed our advantage against demons.
I have the power to siphon a demon’s strength and abilities and keep them as mine. I can store as much as I need, as long as I’m the one who kills them.
In other words, I am a versatile huntress.
“Little lady, you don’t have much time. I am afraid that you will die soon if you don’t make a decision now.” The demon speaks once more, utterly bored of the situation.
“I accept.” I force the words out with as much determination as I have. I want this demon to know that I was still sane when I made the decision. Forget about damning my soul. If I think about everything I’ve been through, all the friends and family that I've lost, I no longer care what happens to me.
I want to save them all. To bring back everything I lost and strike revenge on these princes for their endless killings. If I have to sell my soul to the seventh prince, I don’t care. I am going to die anyway, so I might as well try.
But can I really trust that this demon has no other motive for bringing me back to the past?
“That’s wonderful!” I can hear the joy in the prince’s voice as he clasps his hands together. “Now, let’s seal it.” I closed my eyes when the prince lifted my chin to kiss me on the lips. I felt his cold lips touching mine, even giving my bottom lip a light bite before parting away from me.
The demon prince already has his mask on before I can open my eyes to peek at his face. “My name is Verphegor. You and I are now under a contract. I will send you to the past, where you can keep your memories of the events. But I will take away all of your siphoned abilities from other demons. If you want them back, you will just have to work it from the start.” As he continued to explain the rules, I could not help but feel myself getting closer to the darkness. I felt like I was getting lulled to sleep.
“Go to sleep, little lady.” I hear him whisper ominously. “I’ll see you in the past.”
The Ridgeview Town Hall was an imposing structure, its tall, arched windows and clock tower lending an air of authority to the otherwise quaint town square. Inside, the meeting hall buzzed with energy, residents filling every chair and standing along the walls. Conversations overlapped—snippets of gossip, fear, and frustration echoing off the high ceilings.Jane Michaels stood near the back, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, scanning the crowd. She was here less as a participant and more as an observer, sent by Chief Garrison to get a pulse on the town’s mood.The recent murders had shaken Ridgeview to its core, and tonight’s meeting was meant to address the rising unease. But as Jane’s sharp eyes roved over the attendees, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was witnessing more than simple civic unrest.At the front of the room, Mayor Charles Whitaker raised his hands to quiet the crowd. A middle-aged man with a sharp suit and a polished demeanor, he looked like some
The rain poured relentlessly over Ridgeview, turning the cobblestone streets into glossy mirrors. Jane Michaels tightened her trench coat and pulled the hood over her head as she hurried along the sidewalk. Her coffee cup warmed her hands, a welcome distraction from the chill that had seeped into her bones after the morning’s briefing. The weight of the Bride Killer case lingered in her mind like an unwelcome guest.The Ridgeview Public Library loomed ahead, its red-brick façade a comforting sight. Jane had decided to spend her lunch break there, hoping a moment of peace among books might quiet the storm in her mind.She pushed open the heavy wooden doors, stepping into the warm, quiet interior. The faint smell of old pages and polished wood greeted her, and she let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.As she walked toward the reading area, her thoughts raced. She replayed Dr. Chen’s findings, the victims’ photos, the taunting patterns of the killer. Why brides?Lost in
The Ridgeview precinct's war room was a stark, no-nonsense space. A whiteboard dominated the front wall, covered in photographs of the victims, maps, and timelines. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, casting a cold glow over the team gathered inside. Detective Jane Michaels stood at the edge of the room, clutching a coffee cup, trying to steady her nerves. This was her first official briefing on the Bride Killer case, and every eye seemed to be on her, sizing her up.Chief Walter Garrison strode in, his presence commanding the room's attention. He tossed a stack of files onto the table and cleared his throat. "Alright, let's get this circus started. Michaels, pay attention. This is your baptism by fire."Jane bristled at his tone but nodded, stepping closer to the table where the files lay.Garrison gestured to the whiteboard. "We've got five victims so far, all women between their late 20s and late 30s. Different backgrounds, different professions, no immediate connection between
The drive to Ridgeview felt like a journey into exile. Jane Michaels gripped the wheel of her battered sedan, the highway stretching endlessly before her. The sun was rising now, splashing warm hues over the rolling hills, but its beauty was lost on her. Her mind was too preoccupied with the weight she carried.Her life in Detroit was over—or at least, the life she had imagined for herself. One high-profile case had gone catastrophically wrong. A decision made in the heat of the moment had left a key witness dead, and with that, her reputation had crumbled. No one cared that she had acted out of instinct, that she had tried to save lives. All that mattered was the headline: Detective Fails, Innocent Dies.Now she was here, driving into the middle of nowhere, where Ridgeview's precinct awaited her like some kind of purgatory. A "fresh start," her former captain had called it, but it felt more like punishment. A rural town, known for little more than its annual spring festival, seemed a
The morning fog clung to the earth like a heavy shroud, casting everything in an eerie, gray light. Ridgeview's outskirts, typically peaceful, felt suffocating. The town's quiet was always deceiving, and today, it felt especially so. The mist rolled in from the hills, a thin veil that covered the small flower meadow. It was here, in the soft, wild grass, that the jogger found her.At first, it didn't seem real. The jogger, a man in his late forties, slowed to a halt, his breath visible in the cold air. He squinted into the fog, his eyes narrowing. There, lying in the dew-covered grass, was a woman. She was sprawled unnaturally on her back, as though she had fallen asleep, but the sight of her pale, unmoving face made his stomach lurch.Her wedding gown was pristine, the delicate lace catching the morning light. It billowed around her like the petals of a ghostly flower, yet the blood-stained hem told a different story. A single red rose rested gently on her chest, its dark red petals
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