Andy's eyes opened. He lay in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs. Slowly, he got back to his feet. It seemed like no limbs were broken. The scent of candles mixed with the scent of blood into a strange cocktail. He looked around for something to use as a weapon. Whatever had shoved him down the stairs was not around, it probably hadn't expected him to survive the fall. The only thing to hand was a heavy old walking stick with an ornately carved ball at the top. It was better than nothing......"


How do you kill an other-worldly assassin who is hell-bent on destroying the human race?
A deadly cold-blooded killer who is faster and stronger than you and is always one step ahead. You have the only weapon in existence capable of killing him, but first, you have to find him.
A group of friends travel across Siberia in search of this monster. Will they be able to stop him in time...and at what cost?