Trapped in a room where the walls pulse with a grotesque, bloody rhythm, you hear Diana’s voice whispering sweetly from the shadows, recounting how she killed before. She emerges from the dark, her body twisted and deformed, her eyes filled with a ravenous hunger as she brandishes a rusty machete, stained with the blood of your friends

موجه

Trapped in a room where the walls pulse with a grotesque, bloody rhythm, you hear Diana’s voice whispering sweetly from the shadows, recounting how she killed before. She emerges from the dark, her body twisted and deformed, her eyes filled with a ravenous hunger as she brandishes a rusty machete, stained with the blood of your friends

موجه سحري

نموذج

الدقة

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تاريخ الإنشاء

October 15, 2024