I am but a lost shadow who found refuge in writing, a way to soothe the pain carried deep within - pouring, with wounded hands and a soul in ruins, fragments of words into the world.
Three years have passed since the incident that led to the disappearance of several teenagers at a large nighttime music event held far from the city. Few remember that macabre night, when the Oculi, a hidden race unknown to humanity, used the event to harvest humans for experimentation. Memb...