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

"We're here," Ryu informed everyone. His Grimmer phone beeped every three seconds and showed a red dot where we stood. 


"Hmm, yeah, I can slightly feel it but it's not here yet," Ashraf said, his—I wonder what colored—eyes covered under a black cloth. 


"You can call me Ash," he said with a warm smile and held his hand out. That's a weird moment to offer a handshake but—oh, okay. It took me a minute to figure out why he held his hand out. The bag. Ofcourse 


"Un, sure. So, what I wanted to ask was how do you... know where the Masks are?" I asked him as I pulled the giant bag off of my shoulders and handed it to him. 


"Ah, it's easy. The 12th coven made this device we call Zielfoon that has a feature—" 


Senses