There is no separating Ash from her visions now, and she doesn’t know if what she’s experiencing are visions at all. Seemingly thrust out of her own life and into one she’d rather die — rather kill — than live, she finds her headspace filled with memories of an existence that shouldn’t feel as familiar as it does.Desperate for a way out, but bedridden from smoke inhalation, Ash is forced to use every last ounce of wit to escape this new and horrific predicament.Support us on Patreon or by purchasing some merch!Follow us on social media: Twitter | Facebook | InstagramJoin the Westside Fairytales Horror and Lit ClubSend us an emailArtwork by Yui Breedlove