Horror Game Designer

“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.”,Hurriedly approaching the security door of the living room, Gao Ming peered through the cat's eye. The hallway was no longer pitch black, a dim yellow light flickering on and off, as if foreshadowing Gao Ming's departure from somewhere.,This might be the last ordinary, commonplace and warm night you'll ever have.。