Abyssapos;s Return

Thirty people stood before a massive, rusted iron gate. Before them lay a sprawling mansion, possessing every characteristic you could imagine from a horror film. The Western-style ornamentation had gradually decayed and faded under years of wind and rain. Underneath the peeling paint, patches of dark red, almost black wood were visible, looking like blood splatters at first glance, both menacing and horrifying.,She broke off her thoughts, opening the text message. If the system time was gone, at least the message should have a timestamp, right That could be helpful as a reference.,Those who had compared information before and communicated started standing together. Even the hot-tempered man had a couple and a man with dyed hair beside him, but the one who had always been in control was alone on her side.。