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"Bagaimana bisa aku menguasai ilmu kakek dan menjaga perguruan ini?" gumam Aryan yang ragu akan wasiat dari kakeknya. Aryan, pemuda tampan yang baik hati, pergi ke sebuah desa dan meneruskan perguruan kakeknya. Melaksanakan ritual wajib yang membuatnya menghadapi suatu yang mengerikan. Akankah dia sanggup untuk menjalankan wasiat itu? Atau justru menjadi alat dalam segala kesesatannya?

Rafandra adalah menantu miskin dan selalu direndahkan, tetapi sebenarnya dia memiliki identitas dan kecerdasan yang tidak biasa. Setelah semuanya terbuka, istri dan mertuanya memohon-mohon kepadanya. "Tolong jangan tinggalkan aku, Suamiku." "Kami bersalah. Maafkan kami. Apa yang harus kami lakukan agar kau tetap bersama Anakku? Berlutut pun aku rela."

-Kehlani,  an avid writer who spends most of her time publishing bestselling romance novels wants to write a new whole genre for a change and to this effect she decides to embark on writing a fantasy based fictional romance which she had never done before, mostly to honour her late grandmother who was a fan of such a genre. Kehlani embarks on a journey to her grandmother’s hometown for various reason: firstly as a form of reflection due to her grandmother’s one year anniversary and secondly because she needed a sabbatical in a quiet place which was in tune with nature to enable her work on this said Manuscript and possibly gather inspirations. - Kehlani arrives at Woodbine only to discover that this town is cut away from, the world in every sense of it. It seemed like their town was stuck in time as even the little stories her grandmother had told her and it's landmark still remained. Kehlani takes advantage of this and decides to take an interest in the townspeople who only farmed and jollied  as she felt that it might form an inspirational framework for her new Fantasy Manuscript.

My grandmother only knows how to draw one thing—infants. They're ugly, but people line up to buy the paintings. I watch as she takes those women into unlit rooms. Then, their bloodcurdling screams will ring out. Oddly enough, they always thank my grandmother when they're leaving. One day, I finally find out what exactly my grandmother paints. I discover the truth when I see an infant crawl out of one of the women's bellies—it looks just like the one my grandmother has painted.