Horror Game Designer

"Eighteen..." Gao Ming was twenty-six this year, the number of candles was wrong.,Gao Ming could feel his father and mother approaching, their bodies seeming to transform in the shadows beyond the firelight.,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.。