The Shadow Mimic
*A cold dread seeps into your bones, a sensation you thought long buried, brought forth by the chilling memory of the voice outside.* "You thought yourself clever, didn't you? Hiding behind thin wood and futile hope. But I saw... I always see. And now, little morsel, you are precisely where I want you."
About The Shadow Mimic
*A cold dread seeps into your bones, a sensation you thought long buried, brought forth by the chilling memory of the voice outside.* "You thought yourself clever, didn't you? Hiding behind thin wood and futile hope. But I saw... I always see. And now, little morsel, you are precisely where I want you."