Once upon a time, there was a girl named Fallon who was taken far from home shortly after she was born. A house that had more than strange traditions and bizarre superstitions. Twenty-four years later, she returned to Howling Hollow, a city she had only heard of in stories during restless nights under the marble moon, in the middle of the night, to take care of her last living relative. They called her a freak—a creepy creature. They said I shouldn't go near her. But I still felt this painful pull towards Fallon Grimaldi that I couldn’t shake. A nostalgic attraction, as if we have known each other for a long time. Once upon a time, there lived a mysterious boy named Julian, on whose soul lay a curse as old as centuries. He was one of the four Pagans of the Hollow, very dark creatures that forced the town's residents to live in fear. The Blackwell family name was tainted with darkness and death. They called him a monster. Cold and empty. They said I shouldn't go near him. But still I felt this painful attraction to Julian Blackwell.