On the last and sixth month of autumn, right on a cusp of the deadliest and longest winter their world had yet to experience, a young man named Franz struggles day and night to provide for his family of old crippled father and a young brother.

Until one stormy morning, he wakes up, hot, nauseated and in pain, to find out that he had turned into an inhuman abomination, unable to explain or even speak anything to his terrified loved ones.

With nothing but a scarecrow rags and a key to his home, he sets forth on a lonesome journey in search of a cure that would bring him back into human form before the winter comes and brings famine to his family. A cure, that, by all accounts, may not even exist.



An ancient-ass sketch of my novel-in-progress protagonist I made and thought to share because... why not. Goes into scraps because it's SFW.


I AM LATE ON A NEW NSFW STORY I KNOW I KNOW SUE ME