Horror Of The Mercari

My Abuela called it a gift, my father called it a curse, but I'm the one stuck dealing with it.

Losing family you're close with is always hard, and inheritance only makes it harder because you're forced to confront their absence. Finding out I inherited a generational Fate as well however, might just be what kills me. Horrors call out to me from the woods at night, a haunting voice trapped in a book whispers during the day, and a vow I didn't realize I made, left a terrifying threat hanging in the silence of the old house I'm now the caretaker of. Questioning everything I thought I knew as dangers emerge from forgotten secrets, I'm left fighting for my life in a realm I didn't even know existed. I should feel slightly better since I'm not alone, but between the voice of a moody king stuck in my head, and the winged man who is technically my captor, I have the sinking suspicion I'm not going to get out of this realm alive.