I thought that maybe the plaque was a trap, and that I should stay toward the edges for my safety.
I walked slowly through the hallway, careful to stay close to the edges, when I felt a cold hand grab me roughly from behind!
I whipped around and saw black, withered hands protruding from the walls and they all grabbed me. The last thing I saw was a flash of red, as the hands tore me apart, limb from limb.
GAME OVER
(A/N) Guess you made the wrong choice. Well, you can have another go! Why don't you make the right choice this time by reading Part 11!
Good Luck, Ib!
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(DISCONTINUED) Ib - An RPG Horror Game Story (Choices)
De TodoNine-year-old Ib is on a visit with her parents to an art museum, which soon takes a twisted turn as the lights go out and the famous Guertena's exotic pieces of art become all too life-like. - WARNING: This is not a regular story. The chapters aren...
