Dungeon Maker

When I was just 15 and fresh out of middle school, my father sat me down and said something that would change everything: “Our bloodline carries the Devil’s legacy.” At the time, it felt like nonsense—especially coming from a man who ran a fried chicken joint and could only pull off a parlor trick where his eyes turned blue. Me? I was just the delivery boy who happened to be a bit stronger than the average teen. I laughed it off. But five years later… they found me. And everything I thought was ordinary shattered in an instant.