Dungeon Maker

When I was 15-years-old, during the year that I graduated from middle school, my father told me this.

«The Devil’s blood runs in our family.»

That was the truth. Sadly my father was the owner of a takeaway chicken shop with the talent of turning his eyes blue, and I was the son of the takeaway shop who just happened to be slightly stronger than others.

But five years later. They came for me.