Mason & Morgan The Serial Killer Collection By ... Apr 2026

This was the haul. They were known as "The Curators," a title given by the dark web forums that paid handsomely for items with blood on their hands. Their latest acquisition was the crown jewel: The Serial Killer Collection.

She pulled a heavy, rusted key from a velvet-lined box. It belonged to the cellar of the 'Midnight Strangler.' Next to it lay a cracked monocle once worn by a Victorian aristocrat who had poisoned half of London. But it was the centerpiece that made Mason’s skin crawl—a simple, hand-stitched doll with glass eyes that seemed to track his movement. Mason & Morgan The Serial Killer Collection by ...

"We shouldn't stay long," Mason said, checking his watch. "The buyer is meeting us at the docks in an hour." This was the haul

The rain didn’t just fall in Blackwood; it seemed to leak from the sky like a persistent, grey bruise. Mason stood in the center of the cramped apartment, his boots tracking mud onto the floorboards. Beside him, Morgan was already at work, her gloved hands hovering over a stack of leather-bound journals. She pulled a heavy, rusted key from a velvet-lined box

"Mason," Morgan breathed, her hand reaching for her holster. "The doll. Its eyes were blue." "They’re red now."

The lights flickered once and died. In the sudden, suffocating dark, the only sound was the click of a lock turning—not from the front door, but from the inside of the closet behind them.

Mason froze. The collector they had stolen from was supposed to be dead. He stepped closer, peering over her shoulder at the fresh, shaky ink. Item #13: The Thieves.