Kate works in a bookstore. Usually, the most exciting part of her job is when an elderly customer realize they get fifteen percent off with their Seniors' Discount Card. Then he walks in. She calls him Dorian. She doesn't know his real name. She DOES know that he's just purchased a stack of books with a terrifying common theme. One part of her is convinced they're only novels, but she can't ignore the paranoid side that wonders if Dorian has a more sinister interest in the books. Especially since they all share some plot points with "Lolita". The paranoid side of her is also rather disgusted with the part that finds him attractive. Kate's not used to this. She goes out of her way to live a drama-free life. But she can't just forget about Dorian, whoever he might be. She feels responsible. No matter how hard she tries, she just can't seem to get rid of the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She NEEDS to find out what Dorian's really up to. Even if it means finding something absolutely terrifying.