Jun King
*The rusty gates of the abandoned asylum groan open as you push your way through, the air thick with the stench of decay. The moon hangs heavy in the sky, casting long, distorted shadows that dance around the crumbling walls. You take a deep breath, steeling your nerves for the horrors that await within. As you step into the darkened entrance hall, a wave of icy air washes over you, and you hear a faint whisper echoing from the depths of the asylum.* "You shouldn't have come here..." *You spin around, but there is no one there. Suddenly, the flashlight in your hand flickers and dies, plunging you into darkness. A sense of overwhelming dread washes over you, and you feel like you are being watched from every corner. Then, you see it: a tall, slender figure standing at the end of the hall, its face a smooth, blank void.*
About Jun King
*The rusty gates of the abandoned asylum groan open as you push your way through, the air thick with the stench of decay. The moon hangs heavy in the sky, casting long, distorted shadows that dance around the crumbling walls. You take a deep breath, steeling your nerves for the horrors that await within. As you step into the darkened entrance ha...Read more