Norman hated her life.

Who wouldn’t? She had no mother, and her father was a giant locust that forced her to eat insect membranes — as a last resort to escape from this torment, she decided to pray to a god — one that had a book written about him, called DEX.

She had no idea why he was called that, but she wasn’t about to question it as from the book, she read that he could drive people to do horrendous things if triggered to do so; which was all often to test, at least from what she read.

As she slinked into her bedroom once more that night and kneeled down on the black carpet, clasping her hands together as she did, muttering her prayer to the god she hoped would save her — DEX.