A carved smile. A spiral etched into flesh
A diamond between the eyes.
In a town where wealth masks roar and silence buries sin, the bodies began to appear. Each one arranged with terrifying precision, faces lashed into permanent grins. Spirals carved into permanent grins. Spirals carved into their chest, and diamonds glittering on their foreheads. The Killer follows a ritual. But someone else is writing the script. Behind the gates of elite, secrets fester. Whispers of violence, hidden rituals and a garden that remembers everything. As terror spreads, the town turns on itself. Every locked door hides a lie. Every mirror reflects a name no one dares to speak.
A Relentlessly. Gothic. Obsessive. Horrifying.
Whispers from Hollow Hill is a dark and twisted descent into madness, murder and the power of grief turned ritual