Two Dreams. One Reality
I was 17 when my mother disappeared...
In every neighborhood there is one house that adults whisper about and children cross the street to avoid
She knew his face. His touch. His voice. She knew everything about him... But the truth
Они не знали, какое ЗЛО замуровано в хранилище
Beyond love, beyond obsession, there hides something beyond reason.
Proof is the burden
What if everything you loved vanished in broad daylight?