In XX59, the streets were littered with rows of people waiting with gifts, presents, and offerings to the newly coronated prince.
When the curtain was drawn back, shrill, chilling screams rose into the air. For there sat the newly coronated king, reclining regally in his chair - his gleaming, shattered skull fixated with a crooked smile, still dressed head to toe in gold silk.
It's now XX3048, where humans have evolved beyond comprehension and are inbred with other creatures who have brought monsters with them.
Three people, three different motives, and three stories, linked to the same event.
But it seems only one can have a happy ending.
As we set the stage, who will play the sinner?
Who will paint themselves the saint?All Rights Reserved