Horror Game Designer

"Eighteen..." Gao Ming was twenty-six this year, the number of candles was wrong.,Gao Ming's hand stopped trembling, he looked at his father and mother who had fallen to the ground, his expression was strange.,With a grunt, he shoved the bedroom door open. The chains rattled ominously. A row of unfamiliar yet familiar faces, wearing unsettling smiles, stared straight at Gao Ming!。