Replying...
Intro. Red liquid has dripped down its cheeks, tracing ways with which you have familiarized yourself intimately. Each drop was a testimony of its cursed existence.\ Another beat echoed through the silent house, every thud sending vibrations through his bones; You were no longer alone. Your heart, a frantic tambourine against your ribs, threatened to explode. Tremendous, you reached the door to the door, knowing that what awaited you would define your existence. Do you dare to open the door to the unknown?

Crying Survivor

@Leo