Dear Friend, it’s Your Turn to Die
・・・ / ・the-walls・
The end of the line comes when one dies. Some use these paths to access the outer floors, while some hide away. Nevertheless, those who have yet to be found wander, longing for a place to call home. They search for a more powerful source of light.
Where light emits, there are bound to be shadows. In order to survive, they have to become one with their surroundings.
Welcome to a place where hopes and dreams die out as the show happens somewhere else. Dark and narrow halls will soon become a tradition; voices will dance until the abyss takes over.
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