Horror Game Designer

Gao Ming's hand stopped trembling, he looked at his father and mother who had fallen to the ground, his expression was strange.,“Every time Dad and Mom came home, there were more candles on the cake. Eighteen was coming-of-age, so when eighteen candles appeared, that was my pass.”,Just as the Raincoat Man was about to leave, he heard the sound of the door opening. Raindrops slid down his hat brim, and he strained to conceal the excitement in his eyes, turning around and gripping the doorframe.。