I never wanted to move out.
It was my parent's decision that I needed to do things on my own. Long story short, it didn't go well.
I decided to move to a little town called Aeston. People always said there was something weird with the town. I had previously solved crimes and mysteries here and there, but I thought it would be nice to do a solo project on somewhere I was going to be anyways. It was perfect.
That's when it started.
This isn't a story that ends "happily ever after".
This isn't a fairy tale with magic (although magic is how you're reading this in the first place).
This isn't a tale that was put in children's libraries.
It's my tale of darkness and despair.
......
But no one has it perfect, right?
The town I was blessed with is not a blessing, nor a town, but a tsunami of shadows and darkness that consume every last bit of sanity left in your body...
And that exactly what happened to me.
So, please. Listen to my story. It might just save you from burning in the god damn hell I was sent to.
Trust no one. You never know who is safe, and who is your worst fucking nightmare.
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Streaks of Red (DISCONTINUED)
HorrorEverything is wrong in the little town called Aeston, home to a man named Marco Stein, who spends most of his time inside. Marco has no idea who he wants to be, and everything seems to drive him insane. Every night since he moved out of his home, ou...
