He didn’t want to go there. But the game had a different idea. The weeping scoop moved on its own, dragging him down the stairs, past the art room, straight to the closet door.
He clicked.
He didn’t want to go there. But the game had a different idea. The weeping scoop moved on its own, dragging him down the stairs, past the art room, straight to the closet door.
He clicked.