Where do the dead belong in the world of the living if the living are already supposed to be dead? The year is 3137 A.D. Near peace has been established between the human and demons for nearly a millennium. However, that peace is deeply disturbed when the dead come back to the world of the living to judge those deemed sinful. In return, opening old wounds the world had chosen to forget.

Mystic Dark

(15 minutes before Janice arrives at the Savo Building.) 


 I let out a loud yawn as I sat up on the sofa of dugout on floor 3. I was at the library. Away from the outside world as everyone quite literally were losing their sheesta. A generator had been blown up. Now, everyone was in an uproar. 


 The streets were crowded with angry citizens and violent protestors. I had never seen so many people out at one time. It was kinda scary. Hell it was. Everyone was so hostile. So…. Vivinia* (volatile). 


I wanted to go back to the orphanage. I wanted to check up on the orphans there; on Sara. However, Mr. Limbo told me not too. 


 Which was true. So many people were out and about. All filled with this crazed look in their eyes. The look of anger. The look hate… the look of a human. 


 In truth, I was too scared to go outside. Even if I tried, Mr. Limbo might get hurt trying to rush to stop me. 


 “I shouldn’t leave him here,” I thought. 


PTSD (Troya)