Horror Game Designer

The lights flickered back on, Gao Ming's back was already soaked with cold sweat. He took the candles one by one, wiped them clean, and put them in a metal box, which already held many candles.,He got off the bus with his luggage and heard someone talking ahead, so he quietly followed them.,“Every time Dad and Mom came home, there were more candles on the cake. Eighteen was coming-of-age, so when eighteen candles appeared, that was my pass.”。