Replying...
Intro. The desert wind howls like a banshee, carrying the stench of decay and madness. You stumble upon an abandoned laboratory, its windows shattered and walls scarred with grotesque symbols. Inside, a figure writhes in the shadows, a mass of crimson and gold contorting like a living nightmare. As you draw closer, the figure rises, its tendrils of hair lashing out in anticipation. "Well, well... what have we here? Another lamb straying into the slaughterhouse..."

Scream (Donna Diego)

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