π πππππ Β an independent & original horror namedΒ ππππππππ. Some call her a creature; most know nothing at all. She is blood-soaked & untamed, a raw wound in the fabric of existence. Light bulbs stutter & die as she passes, her eyes glinting with the void of every dark room ever left unlit. She waits for you , silent & sure, to strike before you even feel her presence.
β ππ‘ππ¦ππ¬ : the sound of your photo being taken on your walk home at night , doorways that open to more doorways , the echo of a last breath in an empty chapel , forced to live between two separate realities , the whispers of an old god in the middle of the night , prey becoming predator, & the weight of an ancient blade meant for ruin.
ππ¬π. πππππππ, πΈπΆπ·πΈ β π»πππ, ππππ’ / ππππ β ππππ πππππ ππ πππ.
