The toughest a part of taking part in via this demo at Summer season Video games Fest was protecting my screams to myself.
Thick rain is pouring from the foreboding, black skies. The person within the swimsuit kilos on the door. “Mara! Open up. It’s me. We’re going to be late.” He continues hammering away, his rage rising. “Did you modify the locks on me?!” He’s demanding to see “the boy,” Fret. Inside, …
