When Darian awoke, excitement carried him through breakfast and morning chores. Today began his job at the family’s bakery—months of kneading, baking, until his father’s keen eyes saw perfection. Long hours spent memorizing recipes, being tested by his mother. The smile on his face, the skip in his step, said it all. His parents left early, as they usually did. They told him to wait at Gram's shop to meet up. Their bakery was well-known in Wickmere, despite neither being rich nor destitute. I...

When Darian awoke, excitement carried him through breakfast and morning chores. Today began his job at the family’s bakery—months of kneading, baking, until his father’s keen eyes saw perfection. Long hours spent memorizing recipes, being tested by his mother. The smile on his face, the skip in his step, said it all. His parents left early, as they usually did. They told him to wait at Gram's shop to meet up. Their bakery was well-known in Wickmere, despite neither being rich nor destitute. I...

He haggardly struts through the snow, hands tucked in his pockets. The snowy forest becomes a blur as his eyes close. The man shakes his head to ward off sleep. Never would he have thought yearning for a bed would happen, until recently. He remembers back to the last night before that cursed monster broke into his villa. It has been one month since then. He has lost weight from eating what he could scavenge; his facial hair has grown thick and nappy. If not shivering from the cold, he'd shive...

He haggardly struts through the snow, hands tucked in his pockets. The snowy forest becomes a blur as his eyes close. The man shakes his head to ward off sleep. Never would he have thought yearning for a bed would happen, until recently. He remembers back to the last night before that cursed monster broke into his villa. It has been one month since then. He has lost weight from eating what he could scavenge; his facial hair has grown thick and nappy. If not shivering from the cold, he'd shive...

The night is quiet except for the sounds of a water fountain and footsteps. A tall and large man steps under a streetlight revealing a scarred face. H...

The night is quiet except for the sounds of a water fountain and footsteps. A tall and large man steps under a streetlight revealing a scarred face. H...

DISCLAIMER: this is was the ending that I decided to separate from chapter 1. So, now the series is fully focused on Glaser and Soul.***Under the brig...