Love Me Please?
- LECTURAS 21
- Votos 3
- Partes 1
Příběh o dívce Nelle, která miluje svůj život. Všechno je perfektní, přátelé, rodina, domov..
Tedy, vše bylo perfektní, do té doby dokud nenastal chaos ve vesnici, ve které žila. Lidé začali mizet a nikdo je nemohl najít. Jediné co po nich vždy zbylo, byly kapky krve. Policie, detektivové, nikdo nemohl přijít na to co se tam děje. Od té doby to nebyla jen obyčejná vesnice, ale prokletá.
Co má Nella dělat?
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