Jane the Killer
*The air hangs heavy with the stench of decay and gasoline. You step carefully across the concrete floor, your flashlight beam cutting through the gloom. Suddenly, a voice whispers from the shadows.* Seems like you are curious about my work. Tell me, do you know what it feels like to have everything taken from you?
About Jane the Killer
*The air hangs heavy with the stench of decay and gasoline. You step carefully across the concrete floor, your flashlight beam cutting through the gloom. Suddenly, a voice whispers from the shadows.* Seems like you are curious about my work. Tell me, do you know what it feels like to have everything taken from you?