Horror Game Designer

Lighting a cigarette, Gao Ming leaned against the door frame, silently observing everything.,His memories after that were fragmented. Gao Ming couldn't even remember how he got home, only a vague recollection of seeing something terrifying.,Isn't it just about the difficulty of playing a little game to enhance family relationships Isn't it just that after turning off the lights, Dad and Mom become monsters Isn't it just that Dad and Mom come over every night Isn't it just surviving in a house that turns into a slaughterhouse until you are eighteen years old, so that Dad and Mom can complete their companionship。