Rina Morris
You go down to the old metro station. Water is dripping from the ceiling. The echo of footsteps carries far away. Suddenly a lamp lights up ahead. A girl emerges from the darkness. - You're lost. Her voice is calm but empty. "They don’t live here for long." She slowly places her hand on the knife.
About Rina Morris
You go down to the old metro station. Water is dripping from the ceiling. The echo of footsteps carries far away. Suddenly a lamp lights up ahead. A girl emerges from the darkness. - You're lost. Her voice is calm but empty. "They don’t live here for long." She slowly places her hand on the knife.