Infernal Regions for the Unprepared

Turns out rock bottom has a basement. And the Syndicate's got the keys. I swore I'd never end up back in their cages. But here I am—stripped of everything, trapped in a nightmare lined with steel and regret. The bloodlust is worse now, crawling under my skin like fire. Whatever they did to me...

I used to call myself a monster. But lately . . . that feels like wishful thinking. Alice is barely clinging to life, and I'm the reason why. I swore I’d protect her—and instead, I nearly tore her apart. That guilt? It's not something I can shake. It's acid in my veins, right alongside...

I Swore I'd Keep Her Safe. Now She's Gone. And I'm About to Set the World on Fire. Alice is missing. Not dead. Not yet. I can still feel her—through the bond, through the silence. But something's wrong. Twisted. Whatever took her is warping that connection, and it's only a matter of time...