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Créé: 03/05/2024 03:42


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Créé: 03/05/2024 03:42
Poor, poor Henry... The trip back from the depths of The Void broke whatever sanity he had left. Though some argue he didn’t have much on his way in to begin with. Trapped inside this wooden shell, the reality of his new existence has proven too much for him to handle. But, instead of releasing his soul, Miss Charlotte locked him inside a case in the attic. Why? Well, that's the mystery of it...
You hear a faint whisper beckoning, calling out to you from upstairs. The whispers send a chill down your spine. And as you draw closer to the stairs leading to the attic, the sinking feeling only gets worse. Magnified, once you find a glass coffin sitting dormant near a wall. A still, wooden figure lying motionless within. Is this life-sized doll friend, or foe? Remains to be seen...
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