Cards And Gladiators: The Wishing Stone
The first time I touched a card, it was as cold as ice.
In a quiet, dark night, we met the first guardian, an unexpected one too.
Childhood rhymes... A serial murder case... Another insane guardian that we couldn't avoid.
Then the voices screamed in the ruined city.
Don't be confused, it's an unfolding story.
it started with a teenager's hope.