Zachary balanced the piece of wood on his knee, the carving knife gripped tightly in his calloused fingers.

“What in the godforsaken hell is a purity night?”

Audrey wrinkled her nose at the comment on her last video. She normally didn’t pay trolls any mind, choosing to let her followers tear them apart in the comment section rather than address them directly.

Zachary rubbed his hands together, willing them to warm as he walked past the brick buildings that lined the street.