
Grieving violinist Reagan Mercer moves to rain-swept Ashwick, Oregon, where a primal hum signals a lethal seven-year cycle. As locals vanish, she is drawn to a magnetic, dangerous heir guarding the town’s secrets. Reagan must uncover the truth before the mounting shadows—and her own desire—consume her.

In Ashwick you don't hear it through the grapevine. You hear it through the trees.

"I don't decide what the hand draws. I just clean the charcoal off after."





