Okiku wants vengeance … and she gets it. Whenever there’s a monster hurting a child-the same way she was harm three hundred years ago in Japan-her nature is there to deliver consequence. But one American boy draws her like no additional. Both are pulled right into a world of eerie doll rituals and dark Shinto exorcisms that will take them in the American Midwest towards the remote valleys and shrines of Aomori, Japan. The son isn’t a monster, but something wicked writhes beneath his epidermis, trapped by a series of intricate tattoos. Can Okiku protect him? Or is normally her presence just bringing more damage?