A scorching sun beats down mercilessly, and from the hills you can see a valley where flowers are mixed with ash. This is Crocodile Island—a place where even daylight seems like an illusion. In the past, Ptolemy Everget sent criminals here, doomed to hard labor in dusty oil mills. For generations, those people were born in chains and died bearing the mark of the cursed.
But one day something unusual happened on the island—it went empty. All life, from prisoners to scorpions that found shelter in cracks of the walls, ceased. Are the gods punishing sinners, or is there a killer strolling through the narrow streets of the neighboring city—someone who knows how to disguise his deed as divine punishment?