The morgue is a place of silence, protocol, and the cold reality of death-the perfect sanctuary for Ash. As a forensic assistant with a penchant for heavy metal and a "wake-and-bake" morning routine, Ash finds comfort in the clinical detachment of the autopsy suite. She's used to the coppery tang of old blood and the hiss of negative pressure vents. But when Jane Doe 7 arrives on her table-a victim of manual strangulation-the silence of the morgue begins to feel like a threat.  

What starts as a morbid curiosity turns into a living nightmare when Ash realizes she isn't alone among the dead. A shadow is watching from the corners of the lab, a predator who knows her name, her habits, and the intimate details of her life outside the hospital walls.  

From chilling phone calls whispered in German to "gifts" left in her locked apartment and car-an antique silver thimble and surveillance photos of her most vulnerable moments-the "Narr" (the Fool) is playing a calculated game. He isn't just a killer; he's an insider with admin-level access, turning Ash's workplace into his own personal observation deck.  

As the line between the hunter and the hunted blurs, Ash must use her forensic training to process the living instead of the dead. With her two best friends, Leo and Chloe, caught in the crosshairs, Ash digs into the "Unlisted Inventory"-a trail of forgotten women that the system has discarded, but the Narr has claimed.  

In a world of woven filigree and formaldehyde, Ash must find the man behind the mask before she becomes the final item in his macabre inventory. Because in this game, the Narr is writing the script-and he's decided that Ash is the leading lady.

So I might take down a few of my books to try and go a different direction, I plan on keeping the same vibes and everything including characters and perhaps the same cover. But I will take down all the chapters for this and start from the beginning. 


Chapter 13 - Authors note