Ah, you’ve returned. Or maybe you’ve never left. It’s hard to tell, in places like these. Let me speak plainly—this story is no longer about heroes. There are no roads, no warm taverns, no festivals waiting to be rebuilt. Here, in this forgotten wound of the world, we follow a man with no n...

How far would you go to save the only thing you have left? To sacrifice your sanity for your very livelihood? There are consequences to everything, both good and bad...

Nothing makes... sense. Except the things that are me and a little bit of those around me. Am I walking? Who am I? Where do I need to go? Sometimes, I feel like I'm being followed.

Adrift in space, the UN Flagship Xochiquetzal had a mission: to save humanity. A mission that was left to the best and brightest. A single person who would make the trip across the stars, ensuring the vessel made it to the next habitable star system, seeding it with life, before continuing. But ...

He woke up in a hospital with no memory of how he got there. But there are no patients or doctors left. Only horrors of flesh and metal stalking the halls. Stalking him. It is times like these that force men to confront who they really are. He knows there must be a way out. There must be...

As a shopkeeper of occult objects, my life is quiet and undisturbed—the peace I’ve always craved. Nothing could touch it. Or so I thought... until the threats started arriving in my mailbox. And they have not ceased. A killer is hunting me, and I may be the next name on a list of victims t...

June was a little slower than the others. Same things her father said; same as her mother; and sometimes, same as her husband. June was twenty-two when she had Lily. June was twenty-three when Lily’s dog disappeared without a trace. June was twenty-four when Lily died. And now, a year on…...

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you And life has a funny, funny way of helping you out Helping you O U T

The twentieth century left us with nothing but debts and hollow dreams, and there, between those two stands our protagonist—a solitary figure etched in the grey ink of desperation. He is a man hollowed by the mundane horror of insolvency, a spectre haunted by his own life. In his pocket lies a f...