The night was cold, and somewhere in the middle of nowhere in the outskirts of Los Angeles, a soul is to be condemned for his sins.

A dark figure, that of man's yet with the vibrancy of a monster's, loomed across the hallways of an abandoned house. Faceless the figure seemed, with only the moon's light sparing a peak of the details. The shadow cocked its revolver, aiming at a face of a meek Aladdin with a broken knee. His loose curls, blood, sweat and tears covered his face as he crawled, backing away from the figure that would condemn him to an eternity of death.

Is he a saint? Hell no.

Is he a sinner? Hell yes.

Does he deserve such sentence? Debatable.

With nowhere to go but the dark corners of the haunted mansion, he pushed his luck, begging his persecutor for a pass. 

But alas, the angel of death was formidable, unmoved by his cry for mercy. As the clock struck  12, the shadow pulled the trigger, making the crows fly, signaling the poor boy's demise. The notorious serial killer, the shadow, the angel of death, has slain yet another sinner of town.

For years now, it has been known that a shadow visits its victims, brings them to its den, and seals their unfortunate fate. And for years, the case of this particular serial killer has remained a mystery, unclosed and unresolved. The burden of the spearheading the hunt was passed on from father to son, from Giuseppe Salvatore to Damon Salvatore.

Was it a man? Assumed so, for how can a woman bear such load? Quite sexist, isn't it? The assumption that a woman takes the role of the angel of death is not thoroughly dismissed, however several evidences add to hypothesize a man is behind the crimes.

Patterns? Uncertain. Unlike most serial killers, this particular shadow doesn't target a specific age, gender, residency or profile, except that the targets are known to be sinners. All victims have been missing, no bodies found. Detectives find that the angel of death cuts off its victims' hands, and wrapping around them a token in their possession- say their dog tags, a fabric of their clothes, lock of their hairs, maybe even their eyes. Then the shadow mails these to detectives, bloody puzzle pieces for his- or her-  twisted painting. Perhaps the shadow decided that the body of its victims is to rot in his- or her- den, a den whose location is still unknown to the authorities.

The murders were numerous in the early years, yet in the recent year, the murders have decreased to around 3 cases every 4 months. The reason? Perhaps the shadow is not immortal.

Yet now somewhere in Atlanta, the angel of death wanders in pursuit of its new casualty.

Liam Ridley, the married owner of a media art company, giving opportunities to dreamers, writers, artists and the like. Maybe an unfaithful husband, but not far from perfect.

Fallon Carrington, the artist, the dreamer, the romantic, the scorned wife, the forgotten bastard, and the painted victim. Her love for Liam Ridley is overflowing, yet the feelings may not have been reciprocated.

Bonnie Bennett, a writer under the pseudonym- Demyra Salvatore, the muse, Liam's right hand, Damon's best friend. A stunning woman who caught the charms of Liam Ridley, thus the title of "The Inamorata". Bennett's closeness to Ridley is much to Carrington's bitterness.

Stefan Sylvestre, the mysterious stalker guy who will change Fallon's life significantly, Carrington's bloody palette. Aggressive, persistent, persuasive and smoking hot. Hopelessly devoted to his muse- Ms. Fallon Carrington.

Damon Salvatore, the head detective of the shadow's case, Bonnie's best friend, yet another insanely gorgeous man captured by the Inamorata's graces. He could be rude, sarcastic, snarky, and arrogant, yet beneath the armor lies passion, strength, kindness, loyalty, humor, and protective, a side only known to Bennett.

Five people, from wildly different walks of life, connected by some loose strings, about to be entangled in one bloody story of a twisted painting.

Which of them lies behind the mask of the angel of death? Who is the shadow's next victim? Who will be the savior? Who will perish? Who will survive?