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I survived his world, but not without changing me. Not without sinking me with him into the void. Turns out, sometimes, in order to set something free, you have to destroy it. The game isn’t over. The lessons aren’t finished. And the deeper I go, the harder it is to tell where he ends and I begin.

I wasn’t supposed to feel this way about him... the man dating my sister. But no matter how much I try to focus on other women, my mind keeps circling back to him. It started as unease, an itch I couldn’t scratch, a feeling that there was something off about him. Then it grew... an obsession I couldn’t control.

When a group of six strangers are invited into the woods for a content creator retreat where they’re guaranteed to make money, it seems like a perfect escape. However, as accidents turn into incidents and blood begins to spill, they start to suspect they were lured into the wilderness for a reason. Is someone messing with them? Is someone watching them? Who will survive?

As far as I'm concerned, my life ended that Christmas night, ten years ago—the night he took everything from me. Roman Delgado, my stepbrother, the man who claimed me and left me in the dark, broken and lost. Now, I’m a shell of who I used to be, stripping to survive, numbing myself to make it through another day. But Roman's out of prison, the last person I ever wanted to see again. This Christmas, the snow isn’t the only thing suffocating me. Roman’s back—and this time, he won’t stop until he owns every shattered piece of me: body, mind, and soul.

My life has been in a downward spiral, and after my mother's passing, the only thing left for me was to bring her ashes back to our home. However, things didn't go as planned. Within days, everything changed—including myself. I don't know what I am anymore, but one thing is clear: I am no longer human.

God, how could you lead me into this temptation? This obsession will be the death of me. She’s been my undoing since the day I laid eyes on that picture—those sad eyes, that forced smile. They drew me in like a moth to a flame. But I’m here to purge this town of evil, to rid it of the Church of Eden and its devil: the Prophet. Victor Morales. Her father.