Routine brings comfort—even to the dead—but as Charles clings to propriety in a decaying world, the question remains: is etiquette enough to hold back the hunger?

The darkness could not take what it could not understand, but as the last words linger in the void, something ancient stirs—watching, waiting.

Time moves backward, debts must be paid forward, and Llewelyn learns that some gifts are never truly given. They are only borrowed until the clock strikes midnight.