If Black Mirror and The Babadook had a deranged monkey baby, this would be it. Adam's barely holding it together. Broke, haunted, desperate for redemption. His new job as the night guard at a crumbling zoo felt like a first step. Until one drunken night, his phone ended up in the hands of the zoo's newest chimpanzee. Then the text messages began.
The animal knew things it shouldn't. Secrets, sins, faces from the past. It wanted more than just the phone. It was playing a slow, unraveling, game of torture.
The cage door swings open in C.S. Fritz's latest novel with a bizarre fever dream of primal dread, emotional extortion, and something far darker than guilt.
