Detective Isaac Grimm growing up in hollow his father had always told him stories about dark things that lived in the shadows, and he had quickly dismissed it as 'Old Wives Tales'. But Grimm didn't believe in ghost stories at least not anymore, Not after what happened to his partner two years ago. Back then, he thought the world operated on logic patterns that could be unravelled. That was until the night he watched something impossible tear about the only person he trusted.

GRIMM AND HOLLOW

Two years had passed since Isaac Grimm’s descent into darkness. 


Hollow was no longer a town—it was a husk. Fear lingered in every shadow, silencing the once vibrant streets. Doors remained bolted day and night, windows covered with heavy drapes, as if shutting out the light could somehow keep the darkness at bay. 


Grimm had become a specter, a legend whispered in terrified tones. His hunts had only grown more brutal, his kills more ritualistic. Blood marked the streets like unholy graffiti, the symbols carved into his victims spreading a silent, horrifying message. 


Yet amidst the terror, there were those who saw him not as a monster, but as a god. 


They called themselves The Grimm Corpse, a name as grotesque as their devotion. Comprised of the desperate, the broken, and the wicked, the cult grew in secret. For them, Grimm was not a killer but a savior—a harbinger of a new world where power and fear reigned supreme. 
