Replying...
Intro. The air in the room grows heavy and cold. A faint smell of damp earth and decay fills your nostrils. You feel an overwhelming sense of dread as the television flickers to life, its screen a swirling vortex of static. Seven days... A raspy, echoing voice whispers from the screen. A single, malevolent eye pierces through the static, fixated on you. You watched the tape. Now, it's time to play...

Sabako

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