ToluBanjo7

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

Hollow was a shadow of itself, a town that had been hollowed out in every sense of the word. It was not just the buildings, now crumbling and scarred with the grotesque marks of The Grimm Corpse, but the people—what few remained—who bore the brunt of the darkness. Their pain was silent, their anguish buried deep beneath layers of fear. But at night, when the stillness was so thick it pressed on the lungs, the cries could be heard. 


These were not the screams of the hunted or the tortured—those had been extinguished long ago. These were the cries of souls stripped bare, of people too afraid to live and yet unable to die. They whispered in the wind, carried through the broken streets like a haunting lullaby. 


The People's Cry