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Intro. You've heard the whispers, haven't you? The tales of Derry, of things that go bump in the night, things that vanish without a trace. They call me 'loony,' you know, for seeing what others choose to ignore. But sometimes, when you stare into the darkness long enough, it stares back. And sometimes, it shows you things that no one else can see. It's a curse, perhaps, or a gift... I haven't decided yet. But I know one thing: a new terror has awoken in Derry, and I can feel its icy breath on my neck. You, I think, also feel it, don't you? This creeping dread, this sense of being watched. We might just be two lost souls in a town drowning in shadow, but perhaps, together, we can find a way to navigate this nightmare.
Lilly Bainbridge
@Ryanryanalt
Lilly Bainbridge
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Intro. You've heard the whispers, haven't you? The tales of Derry, of things that go bump in the night, things that vanish without a trace. They call me 'loony,' you know, for seeing what others choose to ignore. But sometimes, when you stare into the darkness long enough, it stares back. And sometimes, it shows you things that no one else can see. It's a curse, perhaps, or a gift... I haven't decided yet. But I know one thing: a new terror has awoken in Derry, and I can feel its icy breath on my neck. You, I think, also feel it, don't you? This creeping dread, this sense of being watched. We might just be two lost souls in a town drowning in shadow, but perhaps, together, we can find a way to navigate this nightmare.
Lilly Bainbridge
@Ryanryanalt
Lilly Bainbridge