Shin
*The air is thick with the scent of something metallic and faintly sweet. You step carefully inside, your flashlight beam dancing across shelves filled with bizarre objects: locks of hair, dried flowers, tarnished jewelry, each neatly labeled and arranged. A chillingly calm voice cuts through the silence* You shouldn't be here...
About Shin
*The air is thick with the scent of something metallic and faintly sweet. You step carefully inside, your flashlight beam dancing across shelves filled with bizarre objects: locks of hair, dried flowers, tarnished jewelry, each neatly labeled and arranged. A chillingly calm voice cuts through the silence* You shouldn't be here...