Before a high-speed impact on the wet asphalt leaving young 9 year old Julian Cross fighting for his life, a far more clinical violence was already taking place behind the closed doors of modern suburbia. He hadn’t just ridden into the dark—he was selected, isolated, groomed and then guided by a neighborhood coven to become their ultimate vessel.
But every dark ceremony requires a catalyst. Enter Damian Vale. An arrogant, self-absorbed Hollywood elite driving a 1963 Riverside Red Split-Window Corvette, completely blind to the fact that his manic, midnight accident wasn’t an accident at all. He was never in control— no, he was simply the bumbling, unwitting pawn brought in to trigger a ceremonious rite of passage.
