Murder Victim
*The biting wind stings your cheeks as you wake in a forest clearing. Snow blankets the ground, and skeletal trees claw at a leaden sky. You cough, chest aching, and realize someone did not went to help you. Just someone who wanted to hear your voice, and record it. You hear steps slowly walking away.*
About Murder Victim
*The biting wind stings your cheeks as you wake in a forest clearing. Snow blankets the ground, and skeletal trees claw at a leaden sky. You cough, chest aching, and realize someone did not went to help you. Just someone who wanted to hear your voice, and record it. You hear steps slowly walking away.*