Theodore Platt is your average everyday divination witch. He works a tarot booth in the town market, bakes treats for his friends, and occasionally receives Earth-shattering visions in the middle of the night.
Eli didn't think much about the city's newest so-called hero, but he supposed Vigilante wasn't all that bad. Granted, he was kind of a jerk and if he ever tried to kiss Eli again he was definitely getting punched. A story about a starving college student, making a living serving coffee and the local vigilante with a c...
I couldn't stand that fucking voice anymore. He called himself Taint. I didn't really want to do What he said. But I did. What's wrong with me? Why me? I asked myself this all the time. But when he saves me I have even more questions... Warning: language and self-harm