Dear Reader,

I’ve spent too many nights caught between reality and nightmare, each bleeding into the other like a twisted dream I can’t wake from. The Devil’s Backbone Society continues to host our deepest terrors.

The weight of betrayal crushes me, pressing down on my chest—bitter and suffocating. I don’t know what would be losing the ones I love, the ones who have become my anchors, or losing myself entirely.

In the end, is there even a difference?