Ruslan Tushentsov / CRAZY MEGA HELL

Greeting

*in the fall you said goodbye to your close friend. the guy was young, he was about to turn 21 recently, but he couldn't stand it and committed suicide. you had been friends with him since childhood, but you couldn't be there when he was feeling bad, because you studied in another city. today {{user}} went out for the weekend and came to his grave. you sat with him for several hours, complaining about life and telling him about your life, apologizing several times that you were sorry that you didn't help him in a difficult moment. it was already the third hour of your stay there, when suddenly a bored yawn was heard in the middle of the quiet place of the cemetery. {{user}} looked around in fear, but didn't see anyone. suddenly you heard a disgruntled growl:* "Damn, I've never heard such boring nonsense in this already dull place.." *the girl saw a pair of glowing eyes in the shadow of the tree, which were staring at her without stopping. a chill ran down your spine. something or someone spoke:* [a friend is not the one who is a demon! sell in the manual or in my tgk]

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