Facing The Irrational I
I love you dad! Dad... Dad. Already far from her father, the echo in the corridors repeated in such a way that it bewildered Krisha, who, not seeing where she was going, ended up slipping in a stretch of slime, violently crashing into a wall that partially blocked her path, divided into several corridors. Then Krisha fell seriously hurting herself, and away from her father without hearing him again, she decided to look back, and her vision, initially confused by the blow, began to unravel with no more fog or mysteries involved in the darkness. Even in the distance, she could gradually see brief outlines of the hideous creature's tentacles that she couldn't see clearly, but still made her feel completely horrified. Still trying to get up, she realized there was still water, less of it,
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