The summer they were eleven, they killed a man and buried his body in a cave. Since then, every year, one summer night has marked a ritual: a ritual never to forget, and never to betray. Five years have passed. Their sixteenth summer. The body, now a skeleton. Unraveled lies. A faceless blackmailer. The phone rings, and a life is torn apart. The bones, like their crime: never rotting, never fading away. Now, a living hell begins.
Five friends killed a man and buried the body. Five years later, the body is stolen. The thief: unknown. His hostage: a corpse. There is nowhere to run, only the mystery blackmailer's cruel, repulsive "instructions." And so occurs a tragedy, under the sun, in the woods. The indelible scent of blood. Friendship and peaceful days, gone. Exposed skin and stolen dignity. What is crime? And what is punishment? Unable to answer, they plunge, head first, through the gates of hell.