The House of Ash and Guilt
At the Halloween Carnival, my younger brother and I got separated. Not long after, the headless body of a teenage boy was found in an alley.
My father was consumed with rage—he blamed me entirely. He locked me in the chapel and forced me to chant prayers and light candles for my brother's soul for eighty-one days and nights.
After that, he had me sold to a brothel in the city's red-light district, so I could spend the rest of my life atoning for my brother. He instructed the brothel manager there to give me only the most depraved clients—and to make sure I was left barely breathing.
The brothel manager, paid to follow orders, assigned me to women with twisted tastes. Night after night, I