Nightmare : The Legend
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Last published Mon, Apr 16, 2018
[Histoire à contenu Explicite]
Depuis longtemps, une légende urbaine fait le tour de Beverly Hills. D'après les rumeurs, elle provoquerait des décès inexplicables.
Il vous suffit d'une seule phrase pour y jouer et apercevoir une femme en sang. " Mary-Jane, Mary-Jane, Mary-Jane, es-tu là ? "
Oesrez-vous tenter le diable ? Découvrir Mary-Jane ou prendre la fuite ?
Non... Il est trop tard.
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