When Brendan was a boy, he was diagnosed with a terminal illness. That is, until a strange man gave him a pebble, and told him not to lose it.
Since then, he’s kept it safe, but that hasn’t stopped the ghost of who he once was from getting closer. When he moves back into a house he visited when he was younger, the drawings start again.
The drawings of the boy.
And he’s always getting closer.
Hex: a magic spell; a curse.
Sometimes, things don’t work out.
Sometimes, you wonder what exactly it is you’ve done to wind up in the trouble you’re in.
Sometimes, it feels like you’re cursed.
Today is not a good day for Hope.
Hope Martinez woke up dead this morning in a derelict apartment. She found her on/off boyfriend murdered in the hallway outside. And to cap it all she was given a limousine and told she had to drive across America gathering sinners.
She hoped it wouldn’t get any worse.
She knew it would.