A dark, fantastical tale that is intended to unfold a paragraph, or thereabouts, at a time.

During the restless heart of 1932 Moscow, where poverty was common for the eyes to see and when the hope for some are dim. What are they? Or rather, who are they? And what do they want. One thing is certain.. She'll never be the same Irina Mikhaylova, a woman marked by loss and sorrow, is gifted with a chance, a chance that'd change the course of her life forever. What is the price of survival? Can necessity justify the taking of a human life? And when blood is spilled, does it ever truly wash away? The light of hope has not been lit, but a match is right infront of her. Instead it burned her hand and set her on fire. A match stick of eternal despair, a false glimpse of hope and a mistake that cost a soul This is a tale into the nature of the human soul. a soul trapped between consequences, desperation and redemption. It struggle like a dog drowning, it tried it best and does everything it could. It bite others, as it bite it own mouth. O, you poor one