Diary 4: The screen and the paper
Sören smelled rust. That was always a bad omen. Next, to him, Senka clutched the crowbar, her knuckles white, but he could see in her eyes that she didn’t believe for a second that it would be of any use. He remembered the whiny voice of the killer from earlier, standing on his knees behind … More Diary 4: The screen and the paper