Idézet:A violent storm.
A supernatural ticking time bomb
And a memory lost.

I woke up half dead in a cornfield.

The roar of the combine that nearly finished me off filled my ears as a farm boy with a lazy smile pulled me to my feet. He called me "trouble," and somehow that felt right.

But I have no idea why, because I don't know who I am.

What I do know is that, since the moment he found me, I've been tormented by images of fire and ruin and death-of things no mere human could possibly survive. These visions haunt me daily, slowly awakening something dark inside of me-something capable of terrorizing this sleepy Iowa town.

But even as the truth reveals itself, I can't shake the feeling that there's something else out there, stalking me in the distance. Something wicked and insidious and not of this world.

Something worse than the darkness in me trying to break free.

And if these two forces collide, only two things can happen.

I'll either slay this faceless evil.
.or it will swallow me whole.

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Idézet:A kódrészlet megtekintéséhez be kell jelentkezned, vagy nincs jogosultságod a tartalom megtekintéséhez.