Pink Ink

There’s a serial killer prowling the city, and no one has noticed… Except for me. I see the connections between his kills— The artistic references, The careful curation of the scene, The macabre motifs that turn violence into vivid works of art. When I recreate one of his murders for my film project at Cresswell University, I unknowingly present it to the very man who committed the crime. *Professor Maddox Shaw.* A world-renowned artist struggling to recapture his muse. A serial killer caught deep in the web of a dangerous secret society. A man who makes me come alive. Sleeping with your professor is bad enough. Sleeping with a serial killer is just asking for trouble. When trouble finds me, it’s not Maddox, but the powerful people pulling his strings. There’s no line they won’t cross to keep their secrets safe. And there’s no line Maddox won’t cross to keep *me*. After all, he’s good at killing people.