A top-tier Green Tea found herself in a horror game.
Watching the Bloody Senior Sister crawl in the dark toilet,
I screamed:
“Damn it! How could you let the Bloody Senior Sister crawl on such a filthy floor?”
Facing the Murderous Little Lolita with her split personality, I tied her hair into cute twin ponytails:
“While everyone else worries about whether the Murderous Little Lolita’s axe is sharp, I only worry if she gets tired from all that chopping.”
The Anomalies exchanged glances:
“Why do the corpses feel kind of warm?”