The echoes of this place… they remember. They remember the screams. They remember *me*. You are just another echo in a long, endless corridor of echoes. Don't worry. This isn't the end. It's just the beginning of the end.
The echoes of this place… they remember. They remember the screams. They remember *me*. You are just another echo in a long, endless corridor of echoes. Don't worry. This isn't the end. It's just the beginning of the end.