When Laurie Connelly was ten and obsessed with anime, she drew herself an alter-ego. She forgot about her as life went on, but seven years later, in a deranged fever dream, she came back. And she wasn't happy about what had happened in the interim.
From there, between the holes in the sky, the walls full of eyes, the giant naked hate-monster, and the dead girl with the living shadow... Things got weird.
C.S. Jones is sad weeb trash.