
by NooBwrit3r
Dawn believed he had no way out. That was the only truth he knew, for his earliest memories were nothing more than a life spent on the outskirts of civilization. Quiet, forgotten, and meaningless. Everything changed the day the mark of Madness appeared. It was proof that he had infected… and also a death sentence. As Madness began to infect his mind, Dawn was given a single choice, enter the forbidden zones or allow the corruption to consume his sanity from within. There was no cure, only delay. No salvation, only survival.
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