Hello everyone! This is my first work, so please—any constructive criticism from you will help me improve! Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy it!
Josef, haunted by a childhood he can’t remember, lives a quiet life with Hubert. His only remnants of the past are a prosthetic leg and faded scars. Yet when a stranger confronts him, whispering a name that isn’t his, his fragile reality begins to unravel. Who was he before? And why does the truth feel so dangerous? Why does the truth feel so dangerous?
[ WARNING! ]
Story contains swearing, alcohol and domestic violence, mature/sexual situations, inconsistent art.
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