Cult. Samples K.A.

It will never be saturated. It penetrates with desires and acts through vice and flaws. It is patiently waiting, it is always there...

the distant northern city. A city, immersed in a nap of gray everyday life. His life is monotonous and dreary: both in rusting old factories, and in suffocating glass of workers' outskirts. There are only hopeless dampness of the sea everywhere. Everywhere the inevitability of the impending autumn...

it was so a moment before the evil, faceless and nameless, invaded this semi-dense semi-existence. Now it reigns undividedly on deserted streets, awakens dark passions, gives rise to fear and hatred.

What is the reason for the collapsed curse? In the ancient temple found on the outskirts next to the sea coast? In children's games that accidentally aroused dark forces? Or maybe in a strange pair, who arrived in the city shortly before everything plunged into chaos-in this strong, shaven man, a man who was once called an inquisitor, and a young black-eyed woman who now calls himself Karina...