Sixty years after the Grace of the Gods changed genetics, some became the Chosen while others went mad. My sister vanished the day her divinity awakened, and for three years I've been delivering food while hunting for clues. Just as I finally caught a glimmer of hope, I was decapitated. The city asks, "Another serial killing?" Signs suggest more lunatics are turning to the Dark Gods. The investigation stalls with my murder; the pattern points to spreading followers of the Dark Gods, and the killer remains at large.