Nicholas M. Webster

Keeper of the Abyss.

Luck was never on Amy’s side; even if it seemed good, it wasn’t. The saying ‘If I didn’t have bad luck, I wouldn’t have any.’ was ingrained in her memory. That hadn’t changed throughout her life. Even as she clutched twenty grand in her hands, creeping through the inky abyss that used to be a busy sidewalk. All around her, she couldn’t see further than a couple feet. It was like she was the only thing emitting light in a lightless pit. Worse still, something was lurking in that pitch just out of sight. Amy couldn’t help but shake like a leaf in hurricane-force winds as she took each meek step.