Warning: This story is not for the faint of heart. Horror. Gore. Brutal injuries. Psychological trauma. Reader discretion advised. You thought your life was ordinary. Boring, even. Friends, late-night walks, bad jokes, and worse taste in guys. But everything changed the night you came home to find your friends slaughtered torn apart in ways no human should be. The police didn't believe you. The city moved on. But you couldn't. Because ever since that night, something inside you has been waking up. Flashes of places you've never been. A voice in your head that isn't yours. Eyes watching you from rooftops. You don't remember who you are. But they do. And they're not done with you yet. Phinks. Feitan. Shalnark. The game is just beginning.
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