1919, London. Rainy night.
Angelina Weston found a rusty iron box in her dead brother's study.
There are no last words in the box.
There is only a green statue with an octopus head and a humanoid torso.
——And a line of scrawled words:
"Don't investigate. Don't open that door. Don't let them find out - you're the key too."
She didn't believe it.
Until she saw the Prowler suspended in the air in the mirror of the old bookstore.
Until she was in the deceased's apartment and heard the sound of deep sea bells coming from the mirror.
Until eight-year-old Alice pointed to the corner of the bedroom and asked softly:
"Auntie, why does that faceless woman keep looking at you?"
Angelina finally admitted——
Some bloodlines are not curses.
It is an invitation to return.
And she, already in her dream, heard the response from the bottom of the sea.
