Message from Mike

Dear Father. We arrived yesterday at The Artic Sea, and right after placing our tents, I was mangled by what looked like a fish person. I have this feeling like someone or something is watching me all the time. My mind keeps shifting in and out of this universe...

Background

Forest Night

Body

Mike

Clothes

None

Facial Hair

None

Hair

None

Curse

Head Fish

Headwear

None

Smoking

None

Glasses

None

Hoodies

Black

Additions

Axe