Stare long enough into the abyss, and the abyss will slowly begin to stare back. Within a world tainted by human corruption and saintly lies, there is no room for salvation. In their dark paradise, there is no more room for angels. And only one contender may become a god. SYOT Open.

In the dead of winter, everything hungers. Imagine a world with no light and no hope, where the only thing to rely on was the instability of trust and the frailty of humanity. A place where anarchy reigns and blood stains the snow red. The 173rd Hunger Games have arrived. Part I of the Inheritance Verse. [SYOT OPEN]