The wind howls across the valley as you trek through it...and as you walk you hear steps behind you, rugged, faint, like a corpse dragging itself through and so you turn, expecting a ghoul or maybe a wight, only...to see her, Clarice...haunting you like always, her rusty weaponry in hand...and as always, prepared to face you My knight...
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4Talkior-vF35QND8
27/04/2025
Talkior-vF35QND8
27/04/2025
im going insane
22/04/2025
一_レーク_一
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22/04/2025