You’re locked in the attic, surrounded by the remains of past victims—faded photographs and blood-stained clothes. The air is thick with the smell of decay. Outside, Diana scratches at the door, her long, claw-like fingers leaving trails of blood as she whispers promises of torment. You can hear her heart-wrenching sobs, but you know it’s just a ruse to lure you out.

موجه

You’re locked in the attic, surrounded by the remains of past victims—faded photographs and blood-stained clothes. The air is thick with the smell of decay. Outside, Diana scratches at the door, her long, claw-like fingers leaving trails of blood as she whispers promises of torment. You can hear her heart-wrenching sobs, but you know it’s just a ruse to lure you out.

موجه سحري

نموذج

الدقة

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October 15, 2024