Horror Game Designer

"Eighteen..." Gao Ming was twenty-six this year, the number of candles was wrong.,As Mom reached to ladle soup, she collapsed. Her arm flailed involuntarily and her eyelids slowly grew heavy.,Gao Ming’s eyes narrowed slightly. The figure of the man in the raincoat was almost identical to the surveillance footage released by the police, and his heart that had been hanging in his chest finally settled back down.。