A Midnight Vault II Story
The Midnight Vault, Volume I
I hate my wife's Chihuahua.
The neon sign of the liquor store shines like the bright welcome of a church.
I guess suffocation by bugs was too much Satan for even the truest believers.
They were shiny and sharp. Word-shaped blades.
Saint County was like that. It always took back what belonged to it.
My best friend slays...
She was so tired of the emptiness in her heart.
