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Low on supplies, low on ammo, and recovering from our last fight, me and my ragtag band of survivors have plenty of challenges ahead. But survival isn’t the only thing I’m concerned with; I want revenge on the man who betrayed us, and I need to stop him before he gets his hands on a mysterious new weapon.

After purchasing a mysterious tome from a popup bookstore, Donald is targeted by a mysterious entity hungry for his deepest fears. However, the line between fear and desire can sometimes be a blurry one, and this clown girl will do anything to ensure she gets enough to eat.

My name is Brandon Ferryman. I went out one night to get a burrito. Who knew that such a simple thing would change my life, or end it? I woke up on the side of the road with some pumpkin-headed monster saying he was the god of death, fate, and justice. I was chosen to run a very special establishment. A place that lay between worlds. A place called the Coffin Hotel.

Prisoners ourselves on an island of manipulation, we’ve spent years drowning in vices to dull reality. If these walls could talk, I’m telling you, they’d scream. They call me Velle, but that’s Officer Chevelle to you. Hands dirtier than my mind, I have no qualms with staying ruthless to keep these creatures in line. And I’m not alone.

How does one measure the worth of a Knight? By battles won, foes slain, and kingdoms conquered? Aye, there is glory to be had in the clash of blades and the spilling of blood. But what does strength of arm mean when one is maidenless? How hollow the cries of victory, when they ring through an empty castle and echo against a cold bed? Know, then, that that the true measure of a Knight is the love of a good Maiden—Or two. Or three. Or more... You will find thirteen tales of romance, heroism, and valor.

All I wanted was a burrito. My name is Brandon Ferryman. I went out one night to get a burrito. Who knew that such a simple thing would change my life, or end it? I woke up on the side of the road with some pumpkin-headed monster saying he was the god of death, fate, and justice. I was chosen to run a very special establishment. A place that lay between worlds. A place called the Coffin Hotel. Now I have to fight monsters, free spirits, and run a mystical hotel. I'm clearly not qualified, but when has that ever stopped anyone from doing anything.