December 12, 2049 Final entry. My overpowering regret echoes through my mind like a bullet as I sit here in this dank cave, my only shelter from the howling wind outside. This desolate cave, which very...

Deep within the Great Biteran Woodlands, the rough forest floor lies several miles below the canopy of the towering demaria trees, cold from the lack of entry for the sun to shed its beams. The thumping...

As a child, I dreamed of leaving the house, being free, not having to listen to anyone. Well, it’s not as great as the movies led you to believe. My motorcycle was running low on gas as I sped down...