Abyssapos;s Return

Thirty people stood before a massive, rusted iron gate. Before them lay a sprawling mansion, possessing every characteristic you could imagine from a horror film. The Western-style ornamentation had gradually decayed and faded under years of wind and rain. Underneath the peeling paint, patches of dark red, almost black wood were visible, looking like blood splatters at first glance, both menacing and horrifying.,Every twenty-four hours (a day), each ghost can only kill one person.,"Is that so" The young man slowed his pace slightly, creating some distance. "You're really amazing, little sister."。