A malevolent hunger stirs in the dark corners of the woods. With their inhuman forms they crawl, they fly, and they leap; inching closer toward the sound of the rolling ocean waves, toward the town and its lively chorus. You stop as you sense their otherworldly eyes watching you, their tongues longing for the taste of your entrails. You brace yourself as they step out of the darkness - and are ... [Klicken Sie hier für weiteres] |
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