It was midday, yet the dark cloud made it look like midnight. He stood in front of one of many tombs holding a paper flower in his right hand. He crashed it between his finger into a distorted ball before he addressed the man in front of him: “Thank you for following me.” The big man who was stationed a …

The first thing Rokah found different when he took the first step to the usual tavern was the air. Something in it smelled different and felt strange. All the chatters and arguments he used to hear exploding over the entrance were gone. And the tables that used to be full are now empty. In a moment of realization, he remembered …

The compacted words on the white paper were written in Latin. Rokah concentrated on the black ink, attempting to read the sentences. They didn’t make sense, at least to him. The tall male with reddish hair was standing behind him. Rokah looked at him and snapped: “I am not signing those papers. This is not a job. This is pure …

The Count Di Montez walked into the study room, behind, followed by his butler carrying a set of files. Although multiple lanterns were on the desk and asked after a soft bow: “Sir, should I send someone to tidy the study?” “No.” the count answered before he reached the desk to inspect the files. He raised his head to add: …

Mr. Hendrickson placed his trilby black hat on his left side and laid his cane on the seat next to him. Then he adjusted his posture to face the speaker in front of him, and with a genuine smile he asked: “How are you doing?” Unfortunately, the albino before him looked absent-minded, with his eyes looming into space as if …

“I am sorry. This is the only thing that I can offer as an apology.” Indeed, even his throaty voice is extremely charming, she pondered internally to herself before she stormed with an endless flood of questions like a child: “Do you draw?” “Sometimes.” “How did you end up here?” “I was lost searching for a place to stay and …

The thick, heavy air inside the pub was warm and the smell of liquor mingled with the sweat of attendants. Chats here and there are mostly about the latest events of the attacks on woodcutters and questions about the nature of actions the lord of the village will take. Death here wasn’t a rare event, mainly due to the deformities …

The knock on the dark wooden door was very persistent and so loud, with each one, a drop of dust fell on the floor. It made Rokah wake up and sneeze. The pain in his back is still vivid from the hit he stupidly took. After a massive effort, he finally sought the door and opened it. The pig-faced lady …

A thick layer of soft snow had already covered the roads. White and cold, yet tender and dazzling. Rokah, hypnotized by the contradiction. The solitude. The awing existence and the fragility of the tiny little crystals. Crushing them as he slowly moved and merged amidst the ephemeral moments. Along the way, he spent the time thinking of a context in …

The candle’s weak light reflected on the worn walls, flickering like an abandoned soul. A robust wind slammed the broken window, burned the flame out. Rokah stood up, facing the cold air, trying to close the sash, when he glimpsed a black entity walking alone in this freezing weather. He forgot what he was doing and stared with curiosity… A …