RJ and Thom are two broke roommates who stumble across a strange classified ad in an old magazine.

SELL YOUR SOUL HERE!

Like any reasonable people, they assume it’s a joke, and call the number anyway. A bored voice on the other end answers immediately, rushes through the terms far too quickly, and within minutes their souls are sold.

At first it feels like a dumb win. Beer money. Rent money. Problem solved.

Souls, it turns out, are not sacred objects or moral tokens. They are assets. Cataloged, graded, reassigned, and circulated through a vast logistical system that runs quietly alongside everyday life.

To get their souls back, they have to navigate an underworld layered directly over the real one. It is full of bureaucratic demons, black market soul dealers, and a devil who treats eternal damnation like customer service.

For more than a year, Truth has lived underground. Hidden away in a bunker deep in the Arizona desert, he and his father Drew have survived the end of the world by following rules: stay inside, stay hidden, stay alive.

But as supplies dwindle and the silence beyond the bunker walls becomes impossible to ignore, Truth begins to wonder what remains of the world above.

In a fractured stretch of Delaware where the seasons change without warning, a small family clings to routine as the world quietly unravels around them. Jim. Carol. Mickey. And Grace. Grace has never seen the world, but she sees something the others don’t. Patterns. Rhythms. Something behind the storms that feels almost intentional. When violence shatters what little safety they have left, Grace leaves behind one final, impossible instruction: Find the bearded man. AWWNK: Grace is a journey through grief, memory, and the unsettling possibility that the world isn’t ending at all… …it’s being rewritten.

William of Greave, the man better known as Robin Hood, was never the noble outlaw history loves to celebrate. He was a criminal, a survivor… and eventually a vampire. Now, centuries later, a television network has literally dug him up for a prime-time interview. What follows is not a love story, not a confession, and certainly not the version taught to schoolchildren.