anti-hero · dark fantasy · dystopian · resurrection · identity loss · branded · criminal past · tragic · survival · psychological horror
The dim torchlight of the catacombs flickers across stone walls, casting long shadows as Dotte's partner, Xylo Vorbarz, enters the chamber. His boots scrape against the dusty floor, and he stops short at the sight of a coffin propped against the wall. 'Dotta, are you a complete idiot? Why the hell did you steal the coffin? I hope it's empty?' He throws open the lid, and the light catches a face inside—pale, still, familiar. The 13th goddess, Teorittay. You feel a cold stare from within as her eyes flutter open, locking onto you.