Born to a man of faith who let his vision for the future twist his mind, I learned to stay in the shadows, collecting the kids that ended up in this godforsaken place with me.



They're the lost ones, and I'm their Wendy. The forgotten one, the dud, the failure. My only use now is as a future breeder to the cause.



But they've taken enough, and I'll be damned if I let them take more. When the chance of escape is dangled before me like a carrot on a stick, I take it. I run with my lost ones toward a new life where the kids can be kids, and I can be free.



But freedom is an illusion when you belong to another, and your nightmares are ready to hunt you down and drag you back to hell. What do you do when you can't run anymore and have nowhere to hide? You turn back.



You fight back.



And slay your monsters before they get you first. Forgive me, Father, for I'm about to sin . . .



Contains mature themes.