C8 Chapter Eight: The Cursed One

Chapter Eight: The Cursed One

The first thing Ethan noticed when he woke up was how itchy his nose felt.

The second thing was the sour, suffocating smell of burlap pressed against his face.

“Ugh…” he groaned, trying to wiggle his nose against the scratchy fabric. His voice came out muffled. “Who—who even uses potato sacks as fashion accessories? It’s not a look