With the old gods dead, the new shall rise.

A font that took on different shapes, frustrated of their confinement.

A conman 6 feet in his own grave.

A dictator in the skin of the masses.

A young writer, worrying where she stands now, but at least she stands as herself.

A zookeeper in the cages of his animals, profiting off our chaos.

The world spins in a circle, and these 5 too will one day become our villains. I pray they won't live to see that day.