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Thud. Thud. Thud. “Please, stop…” Thud. Thud. Thud. “What do you want from me?” At the cabin, Luther Grim sits on a wooden chair covered by a beautiful deer skinned cover. He’s rocking back and forth with his head in … Read More

I’ve been huntin’ since I was a boy, Cade. Tha fundamentals were always clear. It didn’t matter what I was huntin’, tha fundamentals were always tha same. It was broken down inta phases. Phase one. You gotta gear up for … Read More

They say in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. A proverb as old as time, suggesting that among those without sight, the slightest edge can grant one dominion over all. You have adopted this principle, haven’t you, Vision? You pride yourself on … Read More

In the wilderness of life, I have always been the predator. The championship belt that once adorned my waist was more than leather and gold. It was a symbol of survival. But now? It’s out there, somewhere in the wilds of deceit and treachery, stolen … Read More

The air hangs heavy with a pungent mix of earth and decay. It is a sanctum of dread, crafted meticulously with high walls cloaked in ivy, each shadow more menacing than the last. The labyrinthine paths are littered with the … Read More

Under the stark spotlight, Luther stands center stage, a macabre maestro with a twisted grin. In each hand, he holds a puppet, their strings taut with anticipation.  “The thing about puppets is that they are entirely at our mercy, silent … Read More

Luther is perched in a wooden rocking-chair within his cabin. His hands, calloused and steady, glide a cloth over the metal of his spear, the wood glowing in the firelight of the cabin. The picture of his father, framed and … Read More

There was once a man lost in The Groves, shrouded in an endless maze of foliage. His compass, his anchor, was missing, leaving him adrift in a sea of towering pines. Every tree and path seemed to hint at a possible exit, yet … Read More

We open in a dusty, dimly lit room, the air heavy with the scent of formaldehyde and age-old wood. It’s Tombstone’s Mortuary. Dust particles float lazily in the little light that filters through the drawn curtains, casting a spectral glow around … Read More

[In the depths of The Grove, a pack of wolves prowled through the dense undergrowth, their primal instincts guiding their every move. Among them was a lone wolf, venturing away from the safety of the group, driven by a spirit … Read More