2026-01-16
•2 min read
It looks like a dried-up doll, tiny and shriveled. But its hair grows. Its nails sharpen. And every night, it demands a drop of blood.
By day, she is an ordinary grandmother. By night, her head tears itself from her body and flies through the air, hunting for the blood of newborns. She is the Leyak, and she is always watching.
In the dense jungles and quiet villages of Indonesia, spirits and monsters stir—some to guard, others to haunt. Enter a world where every shadow holds a secret.