You're a prisoner for a reason you dont remember, but you're given the chance to go back to society, and you take it. You now work for a company that wants one thing from you, and thats your own flesh and blood working for them. Urbanshade: Hadal Divition owns all creatures mentioned in the book COVER ART IS NOT MINE! IT BELONGS TO @asteri1sk ON TIKTOK!

As Tim watched the light fade and dim from your eyes, you wistfully wondered to yourself-how in the world did things turn out this way? Brian, kind sweet Brian who in grade school always held out his hand when you fell down, always helping you get back to your feet, now stranger to you as he reduced himself to a mere onlooker in your presence. Tim, sarcastic, funny Tim who liked to banter with and tease you in high school, the one person to always make you laugh, now with his hands gripping your throat, arms steady, eyes unflinching. And lastly there was you, you who was so deeply infatuated with the both of them, finally allowing the spark of hope in your chest to burn out and be extinguished, finally allowing your eyes to close in a somber acceptance of your death.

She always wanted to write letters to strangers. She wanted them to be old fashioned, like those messages in bottles or the ones written with inked quills. The anonymity of it all seemed so delightful, the girl would tell them her stories and they would do the same in return. They'd never meet and hear each other's voices but they'd learn many new things together. It was supposed an innocent idea, leaving a letter on a tree for a stranger to see - so why was he so keen on following her?