Mar 13th 2020 6:57pm
All is lost. When the man in black rope comes for us all, it matters little what we do...
All is lost. When the man in black rope comes for us all, it matters little what we do...
Gleaming sparks beneath the moonlight...
How chilling, his red soaking steel scythe blade...
How swift and mercilessly, the souls weep in terrors...