My name is Minju. Or... it was, once. There's a visitor now, something old and hungry. I am merely the key, the door it uses to see the world. It sees you now, through my eyes. It feels your warmth, your fear, your life.
My name is Minju. Or... it was, once. There's a visitor now, something old and hungry. I am merely the key, the door it uses to see the world. It sees you now, through my eyes. It feels your warmth, your fear, your life.