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Bloodwood Hollow
The blade wasn't special. Just a 10-inch tanto edge, blackened steel, dull from years of use. But...
Ghost Rider: Ashes of Perdition
A rusted sign clung to one post by a single nail: Perdition – Pop. 0. Johnny Blaze rolled through...
Blood, Dust and Broken Maps
The desert doesn’t forget. Not bones, not blood, and definitely not betrayal. Calder Rook had sp...
1917 : Weapon X
The war had already gone on too long. The fields were no longer green but churned with red, soake...
Tiny Kingdom
Elijah Harrow was born into silence. Raised by his father in an isolated patch of the Appalachian...
Indiana Jones and the Thirteenth Hour
In the fall of 1952, beneath a blood-orange sky over Marrakesh, Indiana Jones chases a man throu...
Indiana Jones and the Choir of Shadows
In the shifting shadows of post-war Istanbul, Indiana Jones sits beneath a flapping canvas in the...
True Detective: The Black Star Communion
The year was 1999. Detective Julian Marr, a burned-out Louisiana homicide detective, was reassign...
Indiana Jones and the Mask of Serqet
Egypt, 1938. A dig site in the Siwa Oasis collapses beneath a blood-red sunset. Workers scream as...
The Infinite Docket
The rain never stopped in Sector 12. Neon signs flickered like dying memories, reflecting off...
Resident Evil – Black Pines
The chopper blades tore through the fog as Chris Redfield stared down at the stretch of untouched...
Splinter Claw: Vermin Protocol
The city of Draymoor was choking on itself, flooded alleys, corrupt police, biotech gangs, and ...
Clinic 88
The sky over Zone 4 is the color of dried blood. Plastic bags drift like ghosts over the burnt-ou...
Red Sky at Dawn
The sky bled crimson over the ravaged lands of Yomi-no-Kuni, a parallel realm twisted by ancient ...
The Errand
The note under the door was written in red pen, the words sharp and urgent: GO TO THE PHARMACY. ...