In a frost-bitten metropolis where machines outlast their makers, Investigator Esfir Khairova is drawn into a string of gruesome murders known as the Sweet Tooth killings. Each crime feels disturbingly familiar, as if she’s trying to find a part of herself in the killer's mysterious motivations. The deeper she delves into the case, the more she senses something fractured within herself, a dissonance between what she remembers and what she is.

What would you do with more time?

When what you've always wanted comes knocking at your door... what would you do?

A recluse from the world receives a call she truly thought she could ignore. Turns out none of us are safe.

A man faces the most difficult of decisions when his wife's illness takes over.

A woman remembers her wedding day — the food, the dress, the crowd. But one moment still lingers. One guest turned to look at her. And she’s never understood why.

Seven years ago, Bonnie’s wedding ended in flames and tragedy. Her groom, Ethan, died saving her from the fire that consumed their chapel. But Bonnie, a witch desperate not to lose him, used forbidden magic to bring him back. The resurrection fractured his soul, erasing his memories and severing their bond.

Little is known of the ancient Portrait Prophets, yet Helena’s village worships them with god-like reverence. Desperate to change her family’s ill fortunes, Helena breaks the one sacred law—stealing a Prophet.

Some answers, though, should never be forced.

The man she buried is back and knocking, drenched from head to toe, his long black hair shining through the midnight sky. He was looking to the ground as if to hide the bloodlust reflecting from his pupils. I didn’t know whether to call her or wait until he left. As I stared at the video monitor waiting for him to try the backdoor or send a rock through our window, It was difficult to not be in awe of how he managed to survive her wrath. My sister was never a violent being, but one human can only be pushed so far. Through the monotonous sharp tapping coming from the door down the hall, flashbacks start to invade my mind one by one. The accusation, the argument, the pushing. Nobody was reared for what happened next...

Lena thought the nightmare ended the night she buried him deep, silent, final. But now, with the storm still lingering in the air and the porch light casting long, twitching shadows, someone is knocking. Steady. Patient. Familiar. It’s him. The man she watched die. The man she buried.

As the hours crawl by and the figure outside refuses to leave, Lena is forced to confront the impossible. His voice is the same. His presence feels real. But there’s something off something hollow in his smile, something missing behind his eyes.