I screwed up. I mean, really screwed up. I don't remember a time where I haven't screwed up, but this feels like I've gone past the point of no return. I've always thought that people wouldn't care. Wouldn't care if I suddenly dissappeared off the face of the earth. They wouldn't care if I was being beaten senseless on the ground. No one has ever cared, and I don't believe they ever will. Not really. Sometimes people just need a reminder. A reminder that they're worth it and that they're not alone. Some people just need a person they can trust. Some people are just so far gone that there's no saving them. How sad it is that I'm one of the latter. Trigger warnings: self harm, suicidal thoughts/attempt, depression, abusive parents, trauma, abuse, self destruction etc. Click on my profile to read SAVED 2.

V okolí Vylkemu, vesnice, kde jediným zpestřením života jsou mýty o upírech, drby a jarmarky, začnou záhadně umírat lidé. Najednou je ve vesnici chaos a hledá se viník. Může to být kdokoliv a cokoliv... Divoká zvěř, drak, nadměrné požití alkoholu, zapomenutí se v lese, anebo nakonec oni upíři? A co teprve, když jedna obyvatelka Vylkemu začne slýchat opakující se větu, které vůbec nerozumí...

Hell is empty and all the devils are here. -William Shakespeare V dnešním světě je možné poznat peklo i nebe v jeden den. Ale co když funguje úplně jinak, než jak je psáno v Bibli?