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Intel Briefing
We are counting.
I open my eyes.
Suction cups.
On my chest. On my arms. Everywhere.
Seventeen.
Eighteen.
Voices whisper.
Mom is waiting.
A short psychological horror visual novel about compulsive counting. A fragmented narrative where the ordinary melts into absurdity.
I open my eyes.
Suction cups.
On my chest. On my arms. Everywhere.
Seventeen.
Eighteen.
Voices whisper.
Mom is waiting.
A short psychological horror visual novel about compulsive counting. A fragmented narrative where the ordinary melts into absurdity.