11:40 AM
- LETTURE 21
- Voti 1
- Parti 3
At 11:42 AM on a Tuesday morning Royalty Lewis is found with a bottle of pills in his hand, in a pool of his own blood, choking on his last breath. The young man on his way to the top suddenly falls to the bottom when the city sees a glimpse of the demons in his mind.
11:43 AM on a Tuesday morning Graclyn Tres is found hanging from the ceiling of the room she grew up in by the very belt she wore every day to school. The young woman finds herself slowly losing a touch with reality and desides to cut it off finally.
What happens when these two meet? Will demons fade away or grow stronger? Will Graclyn and Royalty finally find peace or will what started on Tuesday morning finally be complete?
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