Dead By Daylight
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Bodies hung by their necks upon rusted hooks. The blood was sprayed all over the dungeon, as if someone took a paintbrush and painted instead of someone bleeding out.
Crunching of wood was heard from a distance. Bryce held his breath, praying he could not be heard. Instead, he could hear the whimpering of a feminine voice and the low growl of a chainsaw.
Bryce was able to peek through the folds in the locker, but what he saw was something he wished he could unsee.
Blood splattered and the girl let out a blood curdling scream.
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