Riven didn’t enter life the way others did — he was made, grown in a tank, shaped through agony, and stripped of all human ties, a Hollowborn, forged in agony by a system obsessed with perfection. Until he broke free.

Now, he flees through the ruins of a forgotten city, dragging the dying corpse of his own body and an unstable, man-made mask whose power he barely understands. Behind him, elite hunters close in—mask-wearing enforcers sent to reclaim what the Order believes it owns.

But ahead lie far worse things. Twisted creatures that defy reason, remnants of a world fractured by war and unnatural creation. Riven has nothing but his fists, his rage, and a cursed mask riddled with flaws.

If you're reading this, then somehow you found my book—and I'm grateful you gave it a shot.


English isn't my first language. I'm not some professional writer. My release schedule? Let's not talk about it, it slow. And this story? It's not the greatest thing ever written.


But I'm not here to promise perfection.


You've probably seen stories that start with lines like:


"This book is rated A for Awesome" or "Prepare for the greatest tale you've ever read."


I can assure you that I will do everything in my power to help you. I've put my all into the story, even though it may be a little rough around the edges.


 Thus, if you're prepared to walk this road with me—flaws and all—then welcome.


I won't ask you to read ten chapters or promise that it gets amazing if you just wait. Just try Chapter 1 — maybe 2 or who knows 3. If you walk away after that, I'll understand. But I hope you don't.
