In 1909, an occultist commissioned a secret tarot deck hand painted, blood-consecrated, and hungry for souls. For over a century, the cards have passed from hand to hand, offering forbidden knowledge to the lonely, the grieving, and the desperate. The price is always the same. Eleanor Moran wanted to hear her dead husband's voice. She died in an asylum, whispering to something wearing his face. Her daughter Margaret swore she would never touch the cards. She was wrong. Now Catherine Castellan holds her mother's final letter, a warning written the night Margaret took her own life.

The cards have found their way back to the family, and they remember Catherine. They've been waiting. Evil exists in many forms. Some voices were never meant to be answered. And some knowledge comes at a cost no one should pay. "The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it." John 1:5.