I’m Not a Siscon, Seriously!

Beneath the veneer of civilization lies a grotesque and twisted reality, with eerie whispers haunting the stillness of the night.



The day the fog rolled in from the sea was the day the world became a solitary island.



At first, he thought he’d simply been reincarnated into a backward era. Tragic, but manageable. After all, he was devilishly handsome, his charisma practically dripping from every pore.



Life seemed tolerable—until one day, his kindly old father leaned in close and whispered the truth about the world into his ear.



“What? Those gods worshipped by the church are real?”

“What? Our family is heretical scum? If they catch us, we’ll be strung up and burned at the stake?”



He felt his world spin as he stammered, “Can I just disown all of you right now?”



His kindly father’s hand drifted to the leather belt at his waist, his smile growing ever more benevolent.