Aarav ran away. 

Who could really blame him, though? The list of things Aarav that didn't excel at was long and humiliating, borderline pathetic even. A list that included fighting too. So when he encounters a group of monk-looking assailants in black with books floating next to them, ganging up on a little harmless kid…he wasn't exactly sure how to deal with that situation. More so, when that strange encounter snowballs into him being attacked by a giant tentacled monster; he did the only thing he excelled at—he ran away.

Being able to see the dead since his birth was strange enough for him but being chased by a monster was taking things a bit too far. But now thrust into the strange world of dead souls, demons and grim reapers; Aarav has to make a choice. Does he continue to live in the ignorance of the blurred lines of two worlds, or will he muster up the courage to do what is right? To save the people close to him, no matter the lengths he has to go to achieve that goal.

Even if it required his own death.

Grimoire: Atonement of Souls

Jivganj was a fairly remote sort of town. It wasn't in the middle of nowhere but it also wasn't exactly near a big city that it'd bask in its light of cultural diversity and urban facilities. 


It was an average sized town surrounded by trees and lakes and even a mountain that was the hotspot for trekking in the town. It wasn't particularly a high mountain but for fitness freaks it was as good as any spot for climbing and sweating and making themselves more miserable for the whole day. 


Me, not being the aforementioned fitness freak, have stayed away from that particular mountain as much as possible. I've only been twice on that mountain and neither of those times were by my choice. 


Once was during our school trip. My school was a small local one that did not have a budget big enough to take its students to an amusement park. So, instead, they decided to let the children taste a little bit of hell while they were still young. 


Climbing Up The Mountain