Random Hundred Stories Darkness, a blood curdling breath in my ear. But my best friend, who was next to me, had disappeared to the exit. The breath is not that of a human being. Deeply put out, the broken clock had already stopped moving months ago. And yet, now, time is moving. The mirror, my only peace of mind, betrays me and reflects behind me. The presence seemed to be intruding into the mirror. Behind me, when I am trapped in darkness. We are all here. When the vision opens, the place where I lie is my bed in my hometown. How to Turn Bonito Flakes Back into BonitoRandom Hundred Stories Darkness, a blood curdling ..ALL
Developer User3589|Date and time 23/6/28 19:17:00 Build time 22.776 sec|Game capacity 1.952KB|Script