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They wear no faces, and they speak the voices of those they''''ve killed. They wear no faces. They speak with the voices of those they’ve killed. A man wakes up half-dead with no memory of who he is—or was. Dragged from near-drowning, he finds himself stranded on an island where acceptance is a dream and the stakes are literal: sharpened poles lining the shore, each crowned with skulls—some human, some not. The waves whisper secrets. And when night falls, the fiends come. Towering, skin-tight things. No eyes. No mouths. Just smooth, rotting flesh veined like roots, pulsing with something old—something ancient. Across the island, a grieving mother searches for her lost son. Taken? Dead? She doesn’t know. But the deeper she goes, the more she realizes: to stare into this island is to chip away at your sanity. In a tale of mystery, torment, and cosmic dread, the faceless fiends are waiting. They have no faces. But they remember yours.