Horror Game Designer

"Eighteen..." Gao Ming was twenty-six this year, the number of candles was wrong.,Moist, fresh air flowed into the room, Gao Ming took a deep breath.,Just as the Raincoat Man was about to leave, he heard the sound of the door opening. Raindrops slid down his hat brim, and he strained to conceal the excitement in his eyes, turning around and gripping the doorframe.。