COMING JANUARY 2025

It was a stormy night fifteen years ago as a captivating man used his flashlight to conduct his nightly graveyard check, ensuring nothing was amiss. "Why do they have me out this late…?" the man wondered. "Maybe I should grab a cappuccino on my way back…"

The man continued his rounds, contemplating his late-night snack. Suddenly, a hand emerged from a grave marked with the year 1899, belonging to Samuel Guzman Torres. "You're not going home tonight," Samuel muttered. "The underworld has revived us to recruit you." The graveyard worker scoffed. "Looking for a fight, are you? I'll make sure you regret it."

More hands surfaced, with death dates ranging from the 17th to the 21st century. "The overworld will be ours," Samuel declared, his body disintegrating. Crawling towards the gravekeeper, he leaped menacingly. "Your soul belongs to Hell," he whispered, his face contorting. "We'll use your soul to extract information about this new world. Once we're done, you'll die and be reborn as one of us."

Samuel pierced the gravekeeper's chest, seizing his heart. "You won't need this for a while – you're destined to serve the Devil King." Samuel bit the gravekeeper's neck, causing him to faint. "The curse is set – you are one of us now."