
by ZerosO17
Dorian was a man of unremarkable height and average features. There was a haunting precision to his mediocrity, as if every line of his face had been sketched with the sole intention of being forgotten. With unblinking eyes set in charcoal-smudged hollows, he was a total void—a man God deemed unworthy of a soul. To pass him was to see nothing; to look too long was to stare into the abyss. His existence does not make sense to him , until a single, bloody encounter in an alleyway. A kitten? Or a little girl? Will he save her Who is she? Why was she being attacked ? What happened to Dorian in the past? and Who was that ghostly mannequin ? and what happened to her ? As the story progresses all the mysteries will unfold
| # | Title | Words |
|---|---|---|
| 0 | Awakening | 0 |
| 1 | One Last Fight | 0 |
| 2 | A Living Vessel - The work of a great hand | 0 |
| 3 | Trinitarian Echoes - The Great Hand | 0 |
| 4 | The Anchor | 0 |