По твоим следам. Игра в прятки.
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Ongoing, First published Sep 19, 2019
Раз...Два...Три... Четыре...Пять... Начинаю убивать...
Страшное чудовище, преследующее во снах. Каждую ночь я умираю снова и снова. Как с этим бороться? Что делать? И почему мне это снится? Ответ очень прост. Но кроется он в истории семьи. Но вот ирония, я не знаю никого из своих родственников, в голове остался лишь мутный образ матери из прошлого. Разве это преграда? Конечно,нет. Но стараясь узнать, что за тайна окутывает семью, нужно  самому не стать чудовищем...
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