In her village, everyone knows the rule: whisper your wish to the Red Tree, and the devil will come to collect it. Wealth, love, revenge — the wishes are never anything special. Everybody wants the same things. But nobody warns you that the price is never the same twice. When Vershruli makes her wish, she expects to pay like everyone else does — a memory, a few years off her life, something small. Instead, the devil smiles, and her nightmare begins. Because some debts don't get paid fully.

I build WORLDS alone - & that's how I like it.