These stories grow in moldy corners, soaked in bad wine from cheap taverns. Every dawn is like a slap in the face, shattering the little hope of last night.
There is no salvation here, only survival - biting with teeth, butting with the head, and tearing a bloody way to survive in a desperate situation. When you read to the end, you will find that the most terrifying thing is not the suffering in the story, but the sentence "This is how this world should be" stuck in your throat when you close the page.
