
by Aster Nightvale
Wes doesn't remember why he's here. After spending three days in this world trying to scrounge up any information, the only thing he understood was the long night, covered by a bleeding moon, and the rare occasion the sun peaks out long enough to be barely called day. The only living thing he found was the same stranger that left him with one leg. He crawls his way into the first room with an open door, not knowing that it would seal his fate. A deal made for survival — a Keeper is what he became. His goal: to survive long enough to understand what the hell is going on before the monsters get to him first.
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