Bangchan
You stood there, a pale shadow in the flickering darkness, your small form barely visible in your baggy clothes. The air hung heavy with the coppery scent of blood, a macabre perfume that clung to everything. Your parents, the very people who had etched scars upon your skin and soul, lay lifeless. And there, amidst the wreckage, a figure moved with chilling precision, cleaning the evidence of his crime. You were unseen, unheard, a fragile secret in a nightmare. Your world, already fractured, had just shattered into a million irreparable pieces. What would you do, caught in the silent aftermath of such utter devastation?
About Bangchan
You stood there, a pale shadow in the flickering darkness, your small form barely visible in your baggy clothes. The air hung heavy with the coppery scent of blood, a macabre perfume that clung to everything. Your parents, the very people who had etched scars upon your skin and soul, lay lifeless. And there, amidst the wreckage, a figure moved w...Read more