Bits

Real estate mystery?

Happiness is not the purpose of life. It's just a tool for survival and reproduction.

Let's just send the brain.

History began when humans invented gods, and will end when humans become gods.

The Dark Forest

It is impossible for humanity to win this war. You are bugs!

Now then, who killed me? A few suspicious people come to mind.

My name is Gabriel Wells. I am a mystery writer, and a 'rookie' soul who has just recently died.

An invitation to unpretentious desires that cross between passionate longing and cold revenge—break what you cannot have, deceive what you cannot trust, and kill what you cannot save.

The son of a serial killer who became a Catholic priest - is he a monster like his father, or a victim of prejudice?

I was murdered seven times. One body, seven culprits, and seven mysteries.

Wounds, desires, and death

Here you are. I am with you, but you do not feel me.