What if you had to solve a murder, but you woke up in a different body every day? Aiden Bishop is trapped in a time loop at a crumbling English manor, doomed to relive the same day until he can solve the murder of Evelyn Hardcastle. The catch: he inhabits eight different guests, each with their own limitations, secrets, and perspectives. One host is a doctor with keen observation skills. Another is a brute with violent tendencies. Each body offers a new vantage point, a fresh clue, but also a ticking clock. If he fails, the loop resets. Forever. This is Agatha Christie colliding with Quantum Leap, filtered through a fever dream. Turton builds a puzzle box so intricate you'll need to sketch diagrams, yet the momentum never flags. The manor itself feels alive with menace and decay. Every conversation hides a double meaning. Every character is both suspect and victim. The rules shift just when you think you've grasped them, and the final revelation doesn't just reframe the mystery—it detonates it. This is a debut that swings for the fences and connects, a high-wire act of plotting that somehow lands with emotional weight. You've never read anything quite like it.