Angol
The present day. Canary Wharf, London. Thirty-three floors of glass.
Dr. Eliot Hews has taken the perfect role at Vrolok Industries: limitless resources, pristine laboratories, and an enigmatic CEO obsessed with solving the problem of human mortality. Then a round of restructuring sweeps his floor, his closest colleague is let go, and within days the man has vanished so completely that the company denies he was ever a permanent employee.
Each narrator sees a different piece of the truth. None of them sees enough.
Told entirely through private journals, corporate emails, wellness reports, and recovered evidence: a corporate conspiracy wrapped inside a vampire horror, set more than a century after the night at the Iron Crown Hotel.
The company insists nothing is wrong. The staff have stopped asking questions. The doctor has worked out exactly what is happening, and no one will listen to him.
And the monster? The monster pulls all the strings.
