Jacob forced his eyes open and surveyed his surroundings. Where was he? Last he remembered he was surrounded by an army of witch doctors, being forced to ingest harsh substances that promised unfathomable power. Now, he was all alone. The events of the previous week slowly began to take shape. His grandfather was dead… which meant he was now the chief witch doctor. While he had literally been bred for this moment, he felt overwhelmed. How could he fill such a significant role in their community without his grandfather’s guidance? As it turns out, he had nothing to be concerned about. Jacob became so famous that people traveled from other nations to witness his power. His spells could bring either healing or death; his words could calm the tortured mind or drive people mad. Such power had a price, however. The witch doctor community demanded he sacrifice the lives of those closest to him, or jeopardize not only his livelihood, but his life. He killed his cousin, mother, wife, and even his own son. While he maintained his power, it crushed his soul; so, whenever he wasn’t working, he was drinking. It was the only way to dull the pain and guilt that gnawed at him day after day.