Soul Survivor: Building Hope From Hell

of ancient leather from my family' s priceless library. My phone buzzed, Maria's name flashing

The staff is freaking out! They said you have gasoline! Ar

. A cold smile touched my lips. Let t

art, merging it with a nightmarish spirit realm. I knew th

everything. They rewarded me by pushing me outside to a monster. They feasted on my supplies, while I, disfigured and broken, became their p

, and discarded. I died wondering how thos

bered everything. This time, their twisted game