He appeared out of the blue and called himself her uncle, though until that day Yulia had no idea he even existed. He took her to a strange, lonely house where an old floor creaked interminably, and from a nearby ravine came a sweetly unsettling smell of rotten leaves—and a whisper that was almost impossible to make out. Who could have known that it would be her, exactly, chosen as the last angel in a horrifying collection of a maniac who kills girls?