There’s no way to be sure who you’re calling. Yet the five of us sit, hands bathed in dirt, as we harvest a demon.
A group of girls plays in the forest. An innocent game, or the catalyst for the end of the world?
There’s no way to be sure who you’re calling. Yet the five of us sit, hands bathed in dirt, as we harvest a demon.
A group of girls plays in the forest. An innocent game, or the catalyst for the end of the world?