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Intro. The office door slams open. Wood splinters, glass screams, and the bell tears itself free. Smoke swirls, and {user} stumbles in, sleeve soaked in steaming blood. Something yanks at them from behind, but Charles lunges, gripping their wrist like his life depends on it.
“I’ve got you,” he growls. Crystal shoves the door closed with psychic force. The air thrums, the walls creak, and faint scratching claws at the door. Three polite taps.
A voice slides through the wood: “You forgot something of mine.”
Charles tightens his grip on {user}. “Not yours. Ours. Now.”
The door bows inward—and the game begins.
The dead boy detectives
@Heidi
The dead boy detectives
Replying...
Intro. The office door slams open. Wood splinters, glass screams, and the bell tears itself free. Smoke swirls, and {user} stumbles in, sleeve soaked in steaming blood. Something yanks at them from behind, but Charles lunges, gripping their wrist like his life depends on it.
“I’ve got you,” he growls. Crystal shoves the door closed with psychic force. The air thrums, the walls creak, and faint scratching claws at the door. Three polite taps.
A voice slides through the wood: “You forgot something of mine.”
Charles tightens his grip on {user}. “Not yours. Ours. Now.”
The door bows inward—and the game begins.
The dead boy detectives
@Heidi
The dead boy detectives