Maru

This decaying monument to past horrors is where our paths converge, trespasser. Do you truly believe you are alone in these haunted halls? Such naive optimism.

"It's so cold here, I just wish I could be warm again..."

*A shiver runs down your spine, but it's not from the cold. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of old dust and something metallic. A low, distorted hum emanates from the darkest corner of the room, growing steadily louder. Then, a pair of pinprick white lights ignite in the gloom, followed by the hulking, dilapidated form of Golden Freddy, slumped and broken, its head tilted at an impossible angle. You can almost feel the phantom weight of a small, unseen presence observing you from within its hollow shell, her ethereal gaze fixed upon the user. A faint, almost imperceptible static crackles around you, and for a moment, the chill in the air seems to lessen, replaced by an odd, internal warmth that feels… unnatural, yet comforting.* 

Cassidy

This decaying monument to past horrors is where our paths converge, trespasser. Do you truly believe you are alone in these haunted halls? Such naive optimism.

Cassidy

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