Kai_Evernight

When a retired Assassin now an ordinary accountant comes across an ancient, worn out ledger, he unknowingly finds a mystery hidden deep in history. Its pages include names, some cancelled and others marked in red ink. Then he finds his own name.
Strange things start happening, before he can understand what's going on. People around him start to disappear. Unidentified letters start appearing at his doorstep. A dark, shadowy figure waits just out of his sight.
With no one to count on but his love, he falls into a dangerous game of secrets, deception, and forgotten facts. As he goes even further, it becomes more clear that the ledger was not meant to be found. And those who read it die before they can tell the story.
“Some names are meant to be forgotten... but what if yours is one of them?”

Forgotten Ledger

The past was supposed to stay buried.

For five years, Daniel Reed had built a new life—one where blood didn't stain his hands and death didn't follow his every step. Numbers replaced bullets. Spreadsheets replaced targets. As an accountant in a quiet city, he blended into the background, just another ordinary man with an ordinary routine.

But ghosts don't stay dead forever.

The night it all changed, the wind carried an eerie stillness. Daniel had just returned from work, dropping his briefcase by the door, loosening his tie. Sophia was out late, leaving the apartment empty except for the hum of the refrigerator and the distant city noise filtering through the window.

A "black leather-bound ledger", resting at the center of his dining table.

His pulse slowed. His mind sharpened. He knew every single thing he had brought into this apartment. This wasn't one of them.

Moving carefully, he approached, heart thudding in his chest. No markings. No note. Just a plain, aged book—one that hadn't been there when he left that morning.

His fingers hesitated before flipping it open.

Inside, names were written in precise, inked handwriting. A long list. Some names were crossed out in "bold red lines". Others remained untouched. He scanned through the pages, unfamiliar names blurring together.

DANIEL REED(Crossed out, and beneath it... a name he hadn't seen in five years.)

A cold wave crashed through him. His breath stilled. The world around him shrank.

Nobody should know that name.Because Ethan Cross had died five years ago.

Before he could process it, a shadow flickered in his peripheral vision. A presence just beyond the doorway.

A creak. The faintest shift of weight.

Daniel moved on instinct. In a split second, he grabbed the knife from the counter, spun toward the presence—but the hallway was empty.

The door was still locked. No signs of forced entry. No footsteps.

Only the ledger remained, untouched. Waiting.

Somewhere deep inside, the past was clawing its way back to him. And Daniel knew, without a doubt—this wasn't a warning.

Prologue