Vincent Marr was reborn with a glyph carved into his flesh and a system that whispers how to kill. Every death writes a lesson. Every lesson rewrites him. As bodies vanish and mirrors lie, one truth claws through the silence: the Scripture isn’t finished because it’s writing him back.
You don’t choose the kills. But they remember you.
Author’s shameless review here: this one bleeds, lies, and remembers. Give it a read and tell me if the Scripture doesn't start whispering back.