There are places where the silence feels different—where the wind carries whispers and the trees seem to listen. Snowmass Village is one of those places. Tucked away in the jagged heart of the Colorado Rockies, it’s a town forgotten by time. Tourists come for the snow and art galleries—but they don’t stay long. Locals speak in hushed tones of a presence. A shadow. A watcher in the woods.

After a messy divorce and a career that left more scars than she admits, former L.A. homicide detective Sarah Lawson thought she was done chasing ghosts. Aspen offered quiet—mountains instead of sirens, solitude instead of crime scenes. But when a local artist is found dead under eerie circumstances, Sarah is pulled into one last investigation.

Michael Finch wasn’t just an artist—he was haunted. His final paintings show disasters that hadn’t happened yet: fires, blizzards, deaths. All with a single figure in the background—tall, faceless, always watching.

As Sarah digs deeper, she uncovers a pattern of disappearances stretching back decades. Locals whisper of the Watcher—spirit, legend, or something worse. People have seen the figure standing at the edge of the woods. Heard strange noises in the night. And sometimes, someone vanishes—leaving only footprints in the snow.

Reality begins to blur. Was Finch silenced for what he saw? Or did something ancient come for him? And now, is it coming for her?

Each step brings Sarah closer to answers—and deeper into danger. The storm is closing in. And as she feels eyes watching from the dark, one thing becomes clear: Some legends aren’t just stories. Some legends are real. And they never forget.