Some obsessions are born in silence. Others are carved in bone. He sees beauty in bone. Perfection in fear. By day, he’s just another starving artist. By night, he’s something else entirely—a meticulous killer who transforms his victims into haunting sculptures, using their skulls as the foundation for his grotesque masterpieces. Art is his religion. Death is his medium. And no one suspects a thing. But when he crosses paths with Finley—enigmatic, sharp-eyed, and disturbingly captivating—his routine begins to unravel. She isn’t like the others. She inspires him. Challenges him. Watches him a little too closely. As obsession bleeds into paranoia, the line between artist and prey begins to blur. And in the end, every masterpiece demands a final stroke.