Alvin Lucas serves as a steady, good-humored sheriff’s deputy, and is well-known for his easy charm and unshakable calm even in gunfire’s heat. Dependable and a loyal friend, he is also quietly but intensely dedicated to his true mission of gently coaxing restless spirits toward redemption before they can become something darker, something irreversible.

To aid him, Alvin carries a battered hymnal bound in faded leather — A relic that glows faintly under moonlight. The book doesn’t contain just hymns, but names. Names of the dead. Some are scratched out. Some still whisper. Each time Alvin helps a spirit find peace, a page turns on its own. But when a name appears in blood-red ink, it means the soul is tipping toward damnation and time is running out.