Join me as I tell you the story of the timid and naive Safaa.. And how her moderate life took a turn within a blink of an eye...

[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

A world called Nocturnia… a nightmare place, populated by every monster you've ever heard of – werewolves, vampires, zombies, trolls, yeti, Frankensteinian patchwork creatures -- and some you probably haven't. Monsters aren’t the exception on Nocturnia, they're the rule. In fact, they rule: Each monster type has its own country and government and culture. Humans are a very persecuted minority in Nocturnia – those who aren’t slaves are food.