Turbidity. Horror

“My spirit is dead, but physically I exist. The world I am going through now is a zoo. Dawn rises over the wild world—jungles where hungry ghosts with sharp teeth prowl. I’m prey—thin, hungry. And I’m walking through the night to be unnoticed. From now on the air is steeped in filthy barrenness, in mist, and in the ash of the past.”

Once again, after being caught in the grip of a drug, the hero suddenly finds himself in a whirlwind of events that could lead to his death. Only a witch from the catacombs can stop it. But is it possible to find her in a world of medieval terror… in a world lit by blazing torches of the Inquisition…?”