A body in a barn. A name scrawled in blood. A small town on the edge of revelation. When officers respond to a routine trespassing call on the outskirts of Providence, they stumble upon something unspeakable: a woman nailed to a makeshift cross, her body grotesquely mutilated, her identity unknown. Nearby, the corpse of a teenage boy lies broken in the rafters, his final act a blood-soaked farewell to his mother. As Detectives Harlan and Grayson take the case, they uncover a web of missing persons, cryptic symbols, and a series of horrors too precise to be impulsive. The deeper they dig, the more reality begins to fracture. Burned markings that shouldn't exist, a pathologist whose silence says too much, and autopsy findings that suggest this killing was not random but rehearsed. In the shadows of it all moves a killer driven by whispers only he can hear. He has gazed into the infinite, and returned as death's hand. His faith is madness, his clarity fractured, and his obedience twisted by personal obsession. He believes he serves a greater purpose, but the truth is more terrifying: no one is in control. Not even him.