The Mask Taunts Me Every Day

Under the bloody night, everything is polluted. The curse penetrates every inch of flesh and blood. Those who cannot bear it become monsters. Bear it, accept it—exchange your life for strength. They are called "disordered ones". My name is Kerry, a loser from the north. Without traces of spirituality, even the most basic fighting spirit cannot be sensed. But there is a bone fragment hidden in the wall of my cellar. Four years. Every bloody night, it protects me. They are my only remaining "relatives". The Holy See poached it. The moment I sealed the box, a scream exploded in my head. It's asking for help. I'm going to take it back. Then, decide whether you want to take a stab at this rotten world. [Note] If you are tired of long Western-style names of people and places, complicated hierarchies, and aria-like descriptions, this story may be suitable for you.