My Family's Faith, My Bloody Fate

ar anniversary of my ret

evout and God-fearing

er, my father, a man of God, cut off my hand with a rusty sa

silo, sealing the hatch, and as I

, Esther, had given me moments before, a "welcome home" gi

Esther is coming up the stairs, the locket in her hand, abou

razed attacks, desperately trying to expose their dark beliefs to the authoriti

no choice but to use their own twisted faith again