the forbidden rooms
decaying female bodies
I'm the blue beard man
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Comments (3)
Wow this reminds me of the blue beard legend :) Hearted :)
Oh my… this tells a story! So mysterious and horrifying - I want more! Great job :)
Terrific🥰