Three days.Three days since we buried my little brother.Three days since I lost my memory.And three days since my parents started looking at me like I killed him.Maybe I did.In Witherbranch, monsters are real.I see them in the garden at 4 a.m.I feel them following me home.Sometimes, I see them in my own reflection.But the worst monster isn't out there.It's inside my head.Four voices. Four hungers.One whispers I should give up.Another screams I should kill.The third tells me I have the power to do it.And the fourth… the fourth knows what happened that night.But I don't.All I want is a friend.All I want is to be normal.But in a town where monsters lurk, and two boys one cold-blooded, one wild-fire seem to know more about me than they should, uncovering the truth might be the only way to survive.Because if the voices are right…I'm not the victim.I'm the monster.