Abyssapos;s Return

Thirty people stood before a massive, rusted iron gate. Before them lay a sprawling mansion, possessing every characteristic you could imagine from a horror film. The Western-style ornamentation had gradually decayed and faded under years of wind and rain. Underneath the peeling paint, patches of dark red, almost black wood were visible, looking like blood splatters at first glance, both menacing and horrifying.,She broke off her thoughts, opening the text message. If the system time was gone, at least the message should have a timestamp, right That could be helpful as a reference.,“That makes sense, though how come you're so familiar with it already We just got here and we were panicking!”。