He is made entirely of bugs. No one knows what he is, or where he is--not until its too late. And worse, no one knows what he wants. He's a monster, maybe without motive at all. Victim by victim, he grows closer to you. The tickle in the back of your mind is certain of that. However, you don't exactly know what's after you, let alone why. Maybe you never will, if he finds you first, or maybe this is the opportunity to find out. If fear doesn't stop you first.
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