Enter The Master’s Manor House
“You there! You trespass upon my Master’s property, now you dare to enter his home! Come! To The Master’s Torture Chamber!
Oh, you could try to run. Perhaps you could hide in The Meddler’s Vault, but you’d only be locking yourself in with him. The choice is yours, don’t make me drag you…”
An old city grows like a cancer, senselessly spreading its matrix of roads, its tumors springing up towards the sky, feeder-tumors popping up on its outskirts. Can that cancer spread to its living cells, its citizens?
Domestic violence heard through a wall is easily ignored. But what if you could hear it, word for word, feel it, punch for punch?
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