Book of Sins

I inherited a midnight library, and the first rule of caretakers is: Don't open the bronze-bound wordless book in the basement. The new part-time female college student always secretly touches the spine of books late at night, her eyes obsessed. The retired criminal policeman checks the same case file every three days, claiming to be investigating a serial corpse case thirty years ago. Until the surveillance showed that the part-time student walked into the basement wall holding a wordless book, and in the old detective's case file photos, all the victims had the same face - my face.