Call of the Siren Β» Frerard
"In the end, will you sink or swim?"
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Legend has it, that in the murky waters of this cove, sirens lurk -- far out into the horizon and dark depths, awaiting their next victim to allure with their sickly-sweet lullaby. Residents claim that they can still hear the clinking of pickaxes down in the collapsed ruin of the mines, or chills rolling down their spines as spirits brush past them. The full truth is, that Kitsfort isn't quite your normal town...
Frank's mother had claimed that the fresh air would help his lungs, and that maybe living by the ocean -- in a secluded, northern town where the sun only shone a whopping two months out of the year -- that, well, maybe he'd grow to like his new life here. Frank wasn't as optimistic about it all, though. Kitsfort was as gloomy as you could get, and all the damned talk of ghosts was about to drive him insane. He wanted out, and he wanted out fast.
It doesn't help his case when his freaky, next-door neighbor keeps knocking asking for him -- each encounter leaving an icky, never-ending mush in Frank's gut, his suspicions falling thinner and thinner the more that the truth seems to be revealed, and as more seems to go wrong. And, well, when he finds his heart getting snagged on unwanted feelings towards this mysterious boy -- and as the alleged tree protecting this whole town from evil entities burns, he knows that this is all going to go to shit, and it's going to go to shit fast...
A dark tale of a town with its secrets, murky mysteries and unsafe waters, the twisted beauty of death, and trying to escape the inevitable...
[Inspired by Ghosts -- Raina Telgemeier]
