Unfortunately in my panic, I forgot that there was a wall to my left and ran directly into it.
I stumbled backward which allowed the Lady in Red enough time to reach me.
My red rose that I had placed in my pocket a while ago fell out as the Lady in Red tore it to shreds and then turned towards me.
Before I even processed what was happening, I felt an unbearable pain. I had been torn apart by the painting's sharp nails and lay in a puddle of my own blood until my vision slowly faded to black...
(A/N) Haha, yeah I know that was a sucky end... but I couldn't help myself. Guess you should've paid more attention to detail in Part 40 huh?
Well, If you wish to keep reading then read Part 43!
Good Luck!
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(DISCONTINUED) Ib - An RPG Horror Game Story (Choices)
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