A mysterious person follows Alana, leaving her photographs. Sebastian, who’s used to killing, sees in her a kindred soul. Alana doesn’t realize who he is or what he wants from her. He watches her, follows her everywhere unnoticed, and leaves envelopes with her images on her doorstep. Alana understands that the stalker is playing with her like a toy—and, despite her fear, she wants to learn his true face. Sebastian is used to being a predator. Only other people’s blood brings color to his grey existence—but even that has bored him. Alana was supposed to be just one more fleeting shadow from his past memories, but her eyes, her movements… She reminds him of a broken doll, of a badly glued glass vase with sharp edges and cracks. Touch it—and you’ll cut yourself to blood, his favorite drink. Sebastian had just one moment to realize—Alana is the same as him. Now she is his new inspiration. He intends to take her soul.