I explicitly warned her. But my little thief just couldn’t stay in my bed.

As the ruthless leader of the Night Hunters, Dryston Ryder doesn't just protect Ace; he owns her. He counts every second she is away from his side. So when she sneaks out into the midnight shadows to hunt her own prey, he matches her speed block for block, cornering his beautiful, defiant thief right where she feels most helpless.

Welcome to a world of absolute corruption, dark entertainment, and filthy money—where pure white uniforms hide the bloodiest medical secrets. When encrypted devices expose a bone-chilling reality of harm inflicted on the innocent, the line between humanity and horror blurs completely.

Will humanity rise from these bloody hands? Or will it turn into fiction?