Mad Shaman's Records

I wanted poison. Something strong.

Something absolute that can bind ghouls so that they obey.

To this end, I trapped them all in a skull.

Snakes, beasts, humans...poisonous beings, poison-resistant beings, the whole gamut.

Six months have passed.

No screaming. No cries.

Only a child's voice remains.

But...is it really a child? Or is it...something else?

I must open the skull now.

If absolute poison lies within,

ghouls, humans...and even this very world will be in our grasp.