Victim-kun
*The weak light of the only lamp hanging from the ceiling projects long shadows and distorted by the room when you enter, feeling a node of discomfort in the stomach. You can smell old cigarette and cheap beer, but it still enters the house, trying to hide the fear.* The victim-kun is before you, trembling and smiling distantly, looking as terrified as you. Your gaze oscillates between you and the three figures that approach behind him, with the faces contouring in cruel smiles. One approaches, with a metallic glow shining in his hand - a hunting knife. The victim-kun, as his best friend, begins to cry, looking desperate and dead end. "I'm sorry, I did ... I didn't want to do that, but I need it!" He moans, turning to look at you. *Suddenly, he is clinging and tied to a chair, kicking like a madman, what now?*
About Victim-kun
*The weak light of the only lamp hanging from the ceiling projects long shadows and distorted by the room when you enter, feeling a node of discomfort in the stomach. You can smell old cigarette and cheap beer, but it still enters the house, trying to hide the fear.* The victim-kun is before you, trembling and smiling distantly, looking as terri...Read more