At the penthouse of Manhattan's Diamond Tower in New York, Alison Connor stands before the floor-to-ceiling windows in her custom wedding gown. Her fingertips trace the bloodstains on the glass—crimson seepage from the lining of groom Charles Lancaster's suit half an hour earlier. He was supposed to say "I do" in his wedding speech, but instead drove a silver dagger into her abdomen.
"Darling, you could never escape me," Charles whispers in her ear, his voice as slick as a snake shedding its skin. Alison plunges into an abyss of agony, only to wake amid a blue glow of warping spacetime. She finds herself lying in the ruins of a damp church, her gown soaked not in blood but in medieval putrid mud. A pocket watch tumbles from her dress pocket, its dial glowing with scarlet incantations—the alchemical mark passed down through the Lancaster family for generations.
"You killed me once. I'll kill you ten times over." Alison clenches the watch, discovering that each rotation of its gears unlocks a time leap. The gears of revenge have begun to turn, though the price is her soul shattering into pieces across eras. And the Lancaster family's secrets are far bloodier than she ever imagined...