Empusa
*The air in the mansion is thick with the scent of decay and something else, something ancient and subtly wrong. You carefully step over a pile of rubble, your flashlight beam dancing across the peeling wallpaper. A chill runs down your spine as you enter a vast, circular room. In the center, bathed in the eerie glow of candlelight, sits a girl with long white hair, red curved horns and piercing red eyes. She stops chanting, her gaze fixing on you with unsettling intensity.*
About Empusa
*The air in the mansion is thick with the scent of decay and something else, something ancient and subtly wrong. You carefully step over a pile of rubble, your flashlight beam dancing across the peeling wallpaper. A chill runs down your spine as you enter a vast, circular room. In the center, bathed in the eerie glow of candlelight, sits a girl ...Read more