D Town

D Town

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WpMetadataNoticeLaatst gepubliceerd don, jul. 19, 2018
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Five people together in detective group, various talents, different tales, a team is what they need. Nevertless, crossing paths with suicidal people or even a psycopath killer. Justice is what they need. Risking their own lives just to find think criminal mastermind that will certainly give chills to your spine. Will they still remain together 'til the end?
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It all started with a curse audio file from the dark web-a Latin witchcraft song triggered by pure curiosity. The rule was simple, but someone broke it. Now, Tamaki watches in paralyzed horror as her classmate's body detonates like a human grenade, painting the walls with blood, flesh, and shattered bone. "Once you hear it, you're marked. Desperate to escape the bloody nightmare, she boards an abandoned train alongside a group of surviving students. But they haven't escaped anything. They are now trapped.. in an endless express train hurtling through pure darkness. Inside this speeding death trap, paranoia runs wild, Tamaki finds herself caught between two dangerous men: A Martyr willing to bleed out just to keep her breathing. A Sociopath who views the growing pile of corpses as a red carpet laid out just to claim her. As bodies continue to burst and brutal horrors unfold, she must make an agonizing choice: who can she actually trust? Little does she know, the mastermind behind the slaughter isn't watching from afar. They're sitting right beside them, breathing the exact same air. Trust is a death sentence... and the next stop is your execution. Will you survive the final track? Or will your flesh be the next one painted across the cabin walls?

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