The Abandoned Bottom Floor

The Abandoned Bottom Floor

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Everyone has some sort of quirk to them. Camellia's just happens to be a strange liking in hats, which makes her - to say the least - reluctant to go outside without something to guard her from the sun, rain, snow, and strange looks. One day, this quirk leads her to a place which many people tried to erase from the school's memory through strict trespassing rules and locks - the legendary Bottom Floor of the PE building of her school. Many legends and myths were born with every generation of new students, who were all forbidden to ever even attempt to gain access to the said floor - but are any of them true? Join two unlikely and unwilling heroes, as they discover the mystery, and struggle to stay alive to tell the tale.
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