Winter Terror

Winter Terror

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An unexpected snowfall happens at a small island nation called Maldives!! A voice in the air says that this is a start of a death game called Winter Terror... The whole country becomes filled with chaos, with monsters formed from snow mercilessly killing people left and right. Kids and an adult all around the country somehow gets together and plays the game. Will these people somehow be able to clear the game and release Maldives from the unnatural winter?
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