Eku Mazari Zadzisai always knew that the Blood Rose myth is true.

            Gone are the nights he kept on wishing under the starry sky. Gone are the days he kept on praying to whatever god, goddess, spirit, or supernatural force that exists in this realm with a match of a Palo Santo incense or sage whatsoever.

            Myths do have a basis of reality, or at least inspired from one.

            He glanced at his bedridden wife, Visenna, who was pregnant with their child and is due a few months’ time.

            Yet, according to the doctors, only one of them will be able to see the sunlight for the next ten years...