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"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." October 2021, early snows of a premature winter clad the streets in white. The jackal walks the street, eyes filled with an ice that comes from within. A soul in decay, living in a decrepit world. A world in black and white for him, regardless of the horrors, yuuman or not, that lurked in the dark streets. A soul bleached of its past, denied of a future. That's all there was. But forgetting the past does not mean leaving it behind. A lesson Seth has to learn at a hefty cost. While stains of crimson red drips down into this monochromatic world of his, Seth has to press on to find the cause of the abductions and murders of witches in the area, before the cracks that keep at bay the darkness of ages past grow too wide to be ignored. And for that, many compromise are to be made. [Cover made with Playground AI]
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