Immortality, a curse or a bait? When the world is swallowed up by the "strange fog" and memories are erased by death again and again, the only thing left to believe is your own fist!
System? Every bit of power it gives pushes me to the abyss!
The crazy whispers of Cthulhu, the night march of hundreds of ghosts with strange national customs, I insist on using blood as ink to write a way out of despair.
