The god-forsaken Ilion was buried in shadows of obscurity.
The old university still hinged on the money coughed up by the well-off families of the students coming and going to study there. I used to be one of them. Zoe Torn, Philosophy major on the verge of dropping out.
Then one day they showed up.
No demands. No negotiations. They killed for kicks.
I escaped, hiding in the woods. But they came after me. And when there was nowhere left to run, I faced the darkness. Faced the man in a black cloak with eyes of obsidian. I knew this was the end for me.
But the reaper saved me.
Was this really an escape?
Saviors dont keep you in a cage. They dont threaten you. Dont take future away from you. They dont break your spirit.
I am no longer living, merely surviving.
I have to escape. I have to save my family.
Even if my body is no longer mine.
My soul is mine alone. Right?
