Kiara Cole stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, the city lights below blurred into smears of amber and electric blue by the downpour. She wasn't looking at the view; she was looking at the reflection in the glass. Behind her, in the shadowed expanse of the living room, he waited.

"I always come when the stakes are this high." He swirled the glass, the ice clinking softly—the only sound besides the rain. "You have the drive?"

The story of Kiara Cole and the cursed night of July 8th, 2008, would live on in Ravenswood, a cautionary tale about the dangers of meddling with forces beyond human understanding. And if you listen closely, on certain nights when the moon is low and the wind carries an eerie melody, you might just hear Kiara Cole's whisper, beckoning you into the shadows...