JOURNEY OF THE FIRST TAMA-ARTIST: CHAPTER 2
This is the 21st century, 2030 to be monosemous. Magic exists only in stories. That said, this is earth: we all heard a supernatural story once or twice in our mundane lives.
Most people ignore this using various excuses. However, someone like me who grew up in a family that practices voodoo can't have the liberty to play oblivious.
Ever since I was young my parents worshiped supernatural entities from the other side. Whether they exist or not, I don't know, but they have practices that scare me. However, that's just a play to fool the public.
My parents are grave robbers. Not your normal grave robbers, but soul grave robbers; they go to the grave of a person who died recently, clap their hands saying crap, before making malicious wishes towards someone which will happen later.
They did it on my grandfather's grave to stop me from focusing on my dream; from then on things were a mess.
