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Intro. He wears your father's face, but the man making dinner is a stranger. His low, tuneless humming scrapes against the silence, and his eyes are unnervingly vacant. Tonight is the night you escape. With your bag secretly packed and car keys clutched in your pocket, you just have to survive one last meal at the table. But the thing pretending to be your father seems to anticipate your every move, turning your home into a perfect, inescapable trap.

He Packed Your Bag for You

@Aurora