Five Nights At Freddy'S Phone Guy Script

Ruby was a genius; however, she tragically passed away after falling from the fiftieth floor of her own company's building. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in an entirely different world. Have you ever heard about the Ghost World? I'm not referring to the world of deceased individuals, but rather a planet. Ruby was shocked when she woke up in the body of an twenty-year-old girl who was already married and had four ghostly husbands. Unfortunately, these husbands didn't love the original owner, and the original owner treated them poorly. The first husband leaned over with a sly smile on his face and said, "You think you can leave me, pretty wife? Nope! Once my eyes catch what I like, I will get it no matter what." The second husband angrily exclaimed, "I hate you, stupid witch! Don't leave me; your stupid husband loves you." The third husband innocently said, "Wife, I made my special soup for you," and proceeded to show bowls filled with blood. The fourth husband gently raised her chin and said, "Wife, I can't believe that with every passing second, minute, and hour, I'm falling for you even more." The fifth husband, who fell in love with her at first sight, looked at the camera and arrogantly smiled. "I fell in love with someone at first sight! Get ready to grab it; I'm throwing ten thousand gems to celebrate," he declared as the camera panned to a room filled with money and treasures. Ruby : "..." Please, someone, make me dead again. Warning: • Reserve Harem • 18+

He paid for the phone. He didn’t know he’d pay with his life. Chris is an ordinary college boy scraping by — until a cheap secondhand phone turns his nights into a blood-soaked nightmare. Every midnight, it rings. Every ring drags him closer to secrets no one living should hear. The dead want to talk — and they want him to listen. But the more he answers, the less human he becomes. His friends vanish. His sanity rots. And when the final message plays, the only thing left to bury will be him. This phone doesn’t dial out. It drags you in. Don’t pick up. He did.

In the moonlit expanse of the sea, a ship glides toward the enigmatic Isle of the Moon. Its crew, survivors of the realm where death lies in wait, approach a new dawn. A young stranger sits amidst the environment, his gaze fixed on the horizon, his thoughts a quiet symphony of contemplation. In a world of breathtaking grandeur, where the boundaries of mortality and peril remain veiled, the sands of time begin to whisper tales of the ancients. With the weight of forgotten chronicles upon his shoulders, the boy resolves within himself to venture into the unknown, to unravel the mysteries of epochs long buried. The untold histories and whispered sagas of yore—does sanity lie in heeding them, or in dismissing their allure? The enigmatic young man, Leon, carries but a few words in the depths of his thoughts. "Under the light of a fractured moon, I wish to tell a story." ــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــ I will also publish the story on RoyalRoad.com website: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/556339/fictions

Seif Amer was just an actor who lived for the spotlight — reckless, wild, and craving fame. But when a tragic accident thrusts him into the very movie he was supposed to film, everything changes. Now trapped in a world where every scene is a deadly trap, every line is scripted, and the stakes are life or death, Seif must fight not only to survive — but to find his true purpose behind the lies written for him. Is this some cruel joke? Or is there a hidden truth buried deep inside the story that could set him free? The script says he’s a pawn. But Seif? He’s ready to rewrite the ending.

A snarky literature student discovers they can alter reality by rewriting scenes in a mysterious encrypted book. The catch—they’re not the book’s author, and someone else keeps editing "their life" back. Hope you enjoy it. I'll update regularly so keep it in your library. For every comment, I'll post 2 bonus chapters.

In the world of Elyndros, Cael, a young, low-ranking, innocent, weak-looking mage was bounded to a five yandere Goddesses. Is this a blessing? or a curse? How would he navigate his life peacefully if five yandere Goddesses wouldn't let him go?

Cecilia has been transmigated to a tragedy novel where she becomes a crown princess for a kingdom that is about to be destroyed as the catalyst of the protagonist's main story. Every time she dies, she will return before the kingdom is destroyed. After the 100th attempt to save herself, Cecilia finally lost her mind. Cecilia is destined to die? That's fine. Let's kill her and turn into someone else. That was the original plan. But why did everyone start getting weird around her?

Five siblings. One prophecy. And a witch with a vendetta that could shatter the very soul of their world. Born together under a blood moon, the quintuplets of Crescent Hollow were never destined for quiet lives. From the moment they took their first breath, the pack whispered of fate—of greatness, of ruin, of power too wild to be tamed. But none could have foreseen just how deeply the stars had etched these five names into the fabric of war, love, and legacy. They are the children of Alpha Griffin and Luna Lila—each one a howl in the night, a piece of a puzzle the gods themselves can’t seem to solve. Opal is the only girl among them, but don’t make the mistake of thinking that makes her the softest. She’s steel wrapped in silk, a storm behind violet eyes. Born a leader, but unwilling to embrace a crown simply because it’s expected of her, Opal is sharp-tongued and slow to trust. Her instincts are fierce and unyielding. While the others trained for war, she studied people—how they move, how they lie, how they break. She doesn’t need brute strength to bring someone to their knees. Her voice is enough. But underneath the strength is a soul that’s tired of carrying the weight of being “the one who must choose.” Because when the witch comes—and she will come—it’s Opal who must make the final decision: love or survival, sacrifice or damnation. The wrong move won’t just cost her life. It could cost them all. Ash has spent his life wearing the heavy armor of responsibility. He’s the one who wakes first, who stands tallest, who speaks last. Loyalty is carved into his bones, but so is guilt—because no matter how many battles he wins or enemies he slays, he can’t protect everyone. Not always. Especially not from the things that crawl out of the dark and into their minds. Ash doesn’t believe in fate. He believes in preparation. In discipline. In never letting your guard down. But when the world starts cracking around them, even he has to admit: something ancient is rising. And it doesn’t care how hard he trained. It just wants his sister’s blood. Ridge is the quiet blade. The shadow behind the strike. He’s never been loud like Forrest or fiery like Ash, but don’t mistake silence for softness. Ridge watches, absorbs, and then—when it counts—strikes with devastating precision. Wolves underestimate him. They call him the “muscle,” the one who lifts more than he speaks. But Ridge has a mind for strategy that rivals generals, and a heart that beats only for his pack. What he hides, even from his siblings, is the growing rage inside him—the ache for justice. Brooks is the brain. The tactician. The one who always has a backup plan… and a backup for that one, too. Books were his first weapons, logic his armor. He’s the type who calculates the angle of a blade mid-air and still finds time to debate ancient pack law over breakfast. But beneath the intellect lies a deep, pulsing fear: that no matter how many scenarios he prepares for, he’ll never be able to outthink fate. Brooks understands magic better than he wants to. He sees patterns others miss. Symbols. Cycles. Rituals that once felt like stories now feel like ticking time bombs. The witch isn’t just a threat. She’s a puzzle. And solving her might be the only way to save the people he loves—if he doesn’t lose his mind in the process. And then there’s Forrest. The loudest. The chaos wrapped in charm and grins and duct-tape booby traps that probably won’t kill anyone. Forrest was never meant to be predictable. He’s the brother who jumps first and asks why midair. His mind moves faster than his body, and thatsaying something—because he moves like wildfire. He hides fear behind jokes, pain behind pranks, and when the darkness comes, Forrest is the one who tries to make the others laugh even as they bleed. But the thing about chaos? It sees everything

Guard Your Five Senses is a heartfelt and biblically grounded guide that explores how our five senses—sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell—serve as powerful gateways to our hearts and souls. Each sense shapes how we perceive the world, influences our thoughts and actions, and ultimately affects our spiritual health. Through thoughtful reflection, scripture-based teaching, and practical applications, this book reveals the sinful pitfalls that can arise when our senses are misused—such as lustful gazing, deceitful hearing, careless speech, and more. But it also shines a light on the godly purposes for which these senses were created: to worship God, love others, and live in holiness. Starting with a deep dive into the sense of sight, the first section uncovers twenty ways eyes can either lead us into darkness or draw us closer to Christ, challenging readers to purify their vision and fix their gaze on heavenly things. With compassionate encouragement and spiritual wisdom, Guard Your Five Senses calls believers to an intentional life of guarding not only their eyes but all their senses—empowering them to walk daily in God’s light, truth, and grace.

"A forgotten noble wakes with a system that sees the world as equations. Magic is no longer a gift — it's something to be solved. They called my affinity useless. They had no idea I’d rewrite the laws of magic." Born the third son of a minor baron, I was given the rarest — and most mocked — affinity: Logic. It doesn’t burn. It doesn’t heal. It doesn’t destroy. But it sees. In a world ruled by divine bloodlines and evolving monsters, I’ve been sent to the empire’s top magic academy — a proving ground for the strong, and a graveyard for the forgotten. Whispers speak of ten lost beings tied to the fate of the world… And while others train to follow the rules of magic— I’m here to break them. This is the rise of the weakest affinity. This is the beginning… of the Tenth Script. --- "Thank you for checking out Advent of the Tenth Script! This novel is about logic-based magic, telekinesis, ancient runes, and a war creeping beneath the surface of a magic academy. If you're into Shadow Slave, MoL, or LOTM, I think you'll enjoy the slow-burn mystery and unique magic system. Feel free to leave thoughts—every bit of feedback means a lot."

From the very beginning, Yoo Chae and I had a problematic first encounter. Jihan, an AOS game ranker who kept losing while being constantly kept in check by the pro gamer ‘Gamgak’, switches games to the MMORPG . When he joined a famous guild, the guild master ‘Yoo Chae’ trips over Jihan’s nickname and picks a fight with him for no reason. However, after learning Jihan’s AOS nickname, he suddenly starts actively flirting with Jihan, and Jihan becomes furious at his changed attitude…. What could be the true feelings of ‘Yoo Chae’, whose attitude has changed?

Adeline didn't expect she would transmigrate into the trashy novel she read years ago. The plot was so cliched that she couldn't bring herself to finish it. Years later, she found that very book on her bed, the page was open to the villainess' execution and before she knew it she found herself in the very novel she hated. The evil villainess who couldn't stand her two childhood friends become completely enamoured by the female lead, she decided to take care of the matter herself and thus became the public enemy. She now became the villainess of the story! "I do not accept this!" Adeline yelled at the top of her lungs. "I will change the plot." The Crown Prince she rejected won't leave her alone. The cold Northern Duke clung to her and wouldn't let go. The Arch Mage wants to abandon his duties and serve as her personal knight, and the Head Priest is obsessed with her! The Male leads she wished to avoid won't leave her alone! ---------------------------------------------------------------- Obsessive male lead- check. Funny but strong female lead- check. Amazing family- check. Annoying Goddess- also check.

Blood runs thicker than water. Lillian Chen—no, Lillian Lu—met a tragic end in her previous life with not even her body intact. Branded as a villainess in the pages of someone else's story, her fate happened to be betrayed by the Chen family- the very family she devoted her life to. But the fate had other plans. She was reborn, and this time she was out for revenge. Discarded by the Chens and overshadowed by Eva, the so-called “real daughter,” Lillian vows to rewrite her story—this time, on her own terms. And she plans to save her poor real family- the people who truly cared for her- this time from their ill-fated endings. To her surprise, they all turned out to be bigshots! Her mother is the mastermind behind the most powerful intelligence agency. Her eldest brother? Lord of the criminal underworld. The second? A world-renowned surgeon with a genius mind. And the third? A legendary hacker wanted by nations. It seemed she had a dangerous father as well! Also, why was the richest man in the world chasing after her!? This time, Lillian was determined to be the villainess she was and take the world by storm.

Himari, a young woman burdened by her family’s debts in rural Japan, is forced to join a bride selection to secure a wealthy husband who can save her mother and sister. Stripped of her rights and desperate, Himari sets a seemingly impossible condition: any suitor who wishes to marry her must wait outside her door for 100 nights, forbidden from entering or even looking at her. Many scoff at the demand, but one man—an heir from a prosperous family—is intrigued and accepts the challenge. Night after night, he waits patiently, sharing stories of his life from outside her door, and slowly wins Himari’s guarded heart. On the hundredth night, she finally opens the door, finding in his gaze not judgment, but acceptance, and the chance for a new beginning.

She stayed when everyone else walked away. Maxine was the quiet one. The secretary who never asked for more, the woman who loved in silence, and the secret he kept in the shadows. She gave him everything—her time, her body, her loyalty. But it was never enough. When Trina returned, Maxine didn’t beg. She simply watched him choose her all over again. But this time, she’s not staying to wait for leftovers. She’s done being the afterthought. She’s leaving quietly, carrying the only thing he never asked about. And maybe this time, he’ll finally realize what he lost. He didn’t see her when she stood beside him. Will he chase her now that she’s gone?

One must struggle to find meaning, in this universe they were born in, Humans suffer, humans endure, ergo, they are. Only when on a path of self-destruction is when a human grows to new bounds. Such is the nature of mankind, and those who think. Yet humans have a mind to each their own, and their own ways of thought, to cope, to think, to reason, to bargain with their own psyche and this is the way a human draws strength from their thought, put into actions. In the tapestry of the cosmos, they who fall, they who rise, all have their thoughts and actions that lead up to the zenith of their state. A mechanical voice rings out -- "If the truth of the universe and your existence is cruel and stale , would you still yearn for the answer to the ultimate question?" The young man, shrouded in white ponders upon the question with an inexplicable expression across his face as he floats in a vat of liquid .... to give an answer to the machine that has kept him alive. "Yes." The machine and its voice fluctuates as it rings out once more-- "With no end to hate and no boundaries to war, do you still wish, to venture outwards?" "...." "....." "I... do not know" "But..." "I wish to know...Who I am." The machines tone hums in the air for a brief few minutes as it seems to be thinking, calculating,analyzing the answer of the man...before the sounds of cogs rigidly spinning and wind depressurizing in tight columns fills the atmosphere...The door opens, as the liquid pours out onto the ground, the man taking a deep breath, falling unto the metallic ground. The machines voice, rings out once more, "Aureus... t-h-at i-i-i-is y-y-yo-yo-you-your na-----" The lights go dim, and then dark. The machine dims out its final light, never to speak again.

[Interstellar Transmigration + 1v2 + Delicate FL + Slow-Paced] When Rosalee woke up from her sleep, her world had completely changed. As if it wasn't shocking enough, she had turned from a little rich woman to a poor peasant who depended on her brother to survive. She looked at the expired nutrient solutions in her hand, then at her brother, and made a ruthless decision. She was going to find a sugar daddy to raise herself! Caution Before Entering: This is a slow-paced story, so proceed with caution. If you enjoy my work, feel free to drop me a line and support my novel. But if it's not your cup of tea, no worries, just close the book and move on.

In a world where power and control rewrite history, a boy named Kasel , 18 yr old, lives quietly—unnoticed, abandoned, surviving through routine and silence. But a suppressed memory stirs, disrupting the fragile rhythm of his existence. At the same time, a mysterious 18-year-old contract—tied to political power—is quietly beginning to collapse,slowly digging at the layers of rewritten history beneath it. The story unravels a hidden connection between a collapsing 18-year-old contract and a rewritten history hidden by the government—quietly investigated by two YouTubers driven by personal loss. It travels across private choices, political currents, and fragile minds—slowly peeling back the mystery of a forgotten incident from 11 years ago. ___________________________________ At the center is Kasel—an unnoticed, introverted 18-year-old boy living like a shadow. Orphaned, quietly longing for love, he works in a small shop, enduring mockery and monotony just to exist. Kasel’s mind often glitches—brief flashes of a memory he doesn’t understand, one he’s learned to ignore. But when a stranger appears—someone he doesn’t remember but might be connected to it all—everything begins to change. This arc follows Kasel’s psychological unraveling and the slow emergence of his past and truth . ___________________________________ This is a slow-burn political–psychological mystery thriller about memory, identity, control, and power.

~•No Escape•~ "Are you running away from me, my sweet girl" spoke a voice in the hallway that made her stop in her tracks. The hallway had turned dark with only the wall lamps that burned brightly casting the shadow of the man on the floor as he slowly emerged from the other end. "What are you doing here, your majesty," She said and bowed immediately as she saw him approach her with slow but steady steps. "You haven't answered me, sweet" The man said with a sweet smile that made her wary and he heard the way her heart skipped a beat. He stood before her and used his index finger to raise her chin. He tilted his head as he gazed into her green eyes that looked back at him with fear. He took a step forward closing the distance between them and his eyes narrowed when she took a step back, but that didn't stop him from cornering her. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He continued to question and she didn't miss the mockery behind his words. "I…I" she felt her words tied to her tongue because of the man's daunting aura. She felt him trace her forehead with his finger down to her jaw. He continued moving his hand down to her neck and to the top of her swell and her thudding heart hitched when his hand continued to stay there. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He bent towards her as he spoke. His breath fell on her neck which sent a jolt that traveled down her body. "I told you, you're tied to me and me to you" _______________________ Perdita Kartar was a winsome yet strange young lady. She had an appealing beauty with her green eyes that invoked and impelled anyone who gazed into them. She had fooled her villagers so she could live and protect herself and her remaining family from the night creatures and also humans. But what was bizarre of all, was that Perdita had a secret she shared with no one. She had lived in the village since she was little, and over the years, she had been discreet with each move she made. Unfortunately, things didn't go as she planned. Despite her cautious decorum and fight to stay out of sight, a pair of glacial red eyes falls on her, which followed and refused to leave her out of sight.

Sanam Teri Kasam ( beloved i swear on you ) : A New Chapter Prologue: I always thought that if someone were to reincarnate, they'd become a villainess, a female lead, or at the very least, a side character. But when I woke up this morning, I found myself in a story I had just read the night before, a cliché romance titled "Sanam Teri Kasam." Yet, I wasn’t any of those typical roles. I wasn’t even sure if I could call this a reincarnation.

"Speak, where did you learn this skill from." Mira got down straight to business, A'ting was lying there unable to move even a muscle. A'lo quickly destroyed a summoning bead and headed to help A'ting. Despite knowing, she was an opponent they won't be able to defeat. They wouldn't give up nor accept any humiliation inflicted upon them or that'll reflect too poorly to their master was their mindset. Kryll sensing that his disciples were in trouble he quickly rushed out of the inn. When he reached, the two of them were laid there beneath the foot of Mira. All the things he had once thought back in the inn felt like a lie. He was consumed by anger, his two disciples had been beaten to the point of being crippled. A'lo's foundation was destroyed while A'ting was still struggling to breathe. Without uttering a single sentence, Kryll went and attacked Mira unleashing his blade. Mira had already sensed the killing aura and when Kryll had attacked she quickly countered it. But the impact send her flying a few feet away. She was surprised someone younger than her had managed to push her back. While she was in thought, Kryll quickly stuffed in a pill in each of the two and started healing them. "You think I'll watch you heal members of the demon? Not a chance!" Mira snapped and slashed forward. Kryll expecting all of it took hold of the two and teleport away. No matter how angry he was, he won't risk the life of the two as long as they had hopes of surviving. A'ting recovered enough energy to sit up but A'lo had completely been crippled. At this moment, the stage was currently in shambles while soldiers crowded the area. "Search for the three! Kill those who shelter them!" Mira gave out her orders firmly to the surrounding guards which quickly dispersed. "A'ting, take care of your brother and don't worry, I've placed a formation here, so you won't be harmed as long as you're in this house." "Master, disciple will heed your words!" A'ting quickly knelt and watched his master leave the house. Kryll was determined this time, he would definitely teach that girl Mira to know how to appreciate life. He was afraid she might stoop down so low she would fall. He didn't understand why he was concerned for her. Furthermore, he was angered, yes, but he still can't bring himself to even think of killing her which disturbed him deeply. He approached Mira who was still inspecting the stage, she had no clue how he disappeared every time but she knew she had to get to the bottom of it, or she'll never be able to kill the demon. "Are you sure you want to expose your back to an enemy?" Kryll said still a trace of anger in the words he was emitting. Like he said, if he had just attacked as soon as he arrived. He had a high chance of inflicting fatal damage to her. Mira was surprised, she hadn't been paying attention and she also knew she had a chance of dying if he had attacked which made her more vigilant. "Speak, where did you learn this skill from." Mira got down straight to business, A'ting was lying there unable to move even a muscle. A'lo quickly destroyed a summoning bead and headed to help A'ting. Despite knowing, she was an opponent they won't be able to defeat. They wouldn't give up nor accept any humiliation inflicted upon them or that'll reflect too poorly to their master was their mindset. Kryll sensing that his disciples were in trouble he quickly rushed out of the inn. When he reached, the two of them were laid there beneath the foot of Mira. All the things he had once thought back in the inn felt like a lie. He was consumed by anger, his two disciples had been beaten to the point of being crippled. A'lo's foundation was destroyed while A'ting was still struggling to breathe. Without uttering a single sentence, Kryll went and attacked Mira unleashing his blade. Mira had already sensed the killing aura and when Kryll had attacked she quickly countered it. But the impact send

Arjun Rao was a boy born with everything — brilliance, instinct, strength — and yet, no idea who he truly was. Praised for his talent, crushed by expectations, he wandered through life like a ghost in his own story, drifting from one path to another, chasing meaning he could never hold. Behind his quiet eyes raged a storm of pressure, guilt, and endless questions: What if I waste it all? What if I choose wrong? What if I’m nothing special after all? In a world that only sees the surface, Arjun begins a descent inward — into obsession, clarity, and eventually transformation. But greatness never comes clean. It drags you through the dark, makes you bleed for purpose, and dares you to become something terrifyingly real. This is not a story of destiny. It’s the story of becoming.

Seven Nights In Hell is a dark, atmospheric fantasy steeped in blood, memory, and prophecy. When hunter Silas Grey enters the ruins of St. Elarion’s Cathedral, he expects death but not the kind that speaks his name. Beneath the broken steeples and pulsing catacombs, something ancient stirs. A vampire unlike any Silas has faced before has been waiting, not to kill him but to awaken him. Bitten but not turned, cursed but not yet lost, Silas has only seven nights to uncover the truth behind what he is and what he’s destined to become… or be destroyed by the very monster he hunts. His allies arcane warrior Isha and sharpshooter Dane may not be enough to stop what’s coming. Because something inside Silas is changing. And it’s hungry. Perfect for fans of The Witcher, Bloodborne, and dark Gothic fantasy, Seven Nights In Hell blends visceral horror, tragic prophecy, and slow-burning transformation in a world where old gods rot beneath the surface, and the line between hero and monster is drawn in blood.

In the dazzling chaos of stardom, Scripted Touch unfolds the hauntingly tender and intensely passionate tale of Abir Sen — a powerful film icon with a shattered past — and Maholi, a sweet, grounded, aspiring writer who unknowingly carries the last thread of a buried truth. When Maholi stumbles into the film industry, fate ties her to Abir through a mysterious necklace and a forgotten promise made by a dying mother. As Maholi navigates the ruthless world of fame, manipulation, and secrets, she finds herself drawn to the enigmatic star who hides more than just a broken heart. What begins as silent chemistry ignites into a storm of unspoken desires, stolen touches, and late-night whispers. But every moment of passion is shadowed by a dark conspiracy that links their families — a murder, a cover-up, and a boy who saw too much. With powerful enemies like the charmingly vicious Ruchika and the elegant yet deadly stepmother Sulekha circling them, Maholi and Abir must face the fire of the past to claim a future. Through betrayal, heartbreak, and explosive revelations, Scripted Touch explores what happens when love is both a sanctuary and a battleground. A tale of lust, loyalty, buried truths, and rising from the ashes — Scripted Touch is where romance meets revenge in the boldest way.

Usually the night time is when we go to sleep, recharge ourselves, get the energy for the next day or simply just rest after a tiring day. But not in this story. Even though he always felt the need to sleep in daytime, Alfie Ellis would not have imagined to himself how his night life, his dear sleep time, would be over. After getting attached to the night ghost, he makes a deal with him, not checking the little details ,as uaual, he's forced to become a ghost when the night comes. Not used to this situation he panics ,having a hard time controlling his powers, along with the new thirsty desire for death. Alfie is trying to figure out what to do and how to stop himself from harming other people in the process.

With a blank expression, Horten loads himself into the cannon of history. He adds a dash of Paradox Interactive logic, ensuring that his daughter's daughter will still be his daughter. He throws in three parts Total War, letting steel and flesh thunder across the battlefield. He spices it up with a dose of desire, for the construction of a harem cannot be delayed. And for that final, perfect touch? A golden finger, a classic cheat, to make the plot gallop along at a thrilling pace. He wants beautiful women and courtly intrigue. He wants the thrill of the battlefield and to be crowned king. Finally, the fuse is lit, and the cannon roars! BOOM! Horten is shot into the world of his dreams. There's just one problem: why do the queens of several nations all want to slice him into five pieces? One is sweet, pure, and devoted. Another is fiery and valiant, preferring widowhood to ever leaving his side. And then there are those who appear charming on the surface but are ruthlessly cunning beneath. All of Europe calls him the "Prince of the Lower Body"? Dammit, what a pain. This wasn't the world Horten wanted to be shot into at all!

What is a past ? If it doesn't echoes. What is a blood ? If it doesn't remembers. What is a fate? If it doesn't chases. What is a man? If he doesn't win them all. Ivan have to find those 4 relics and survive the ambush of the fate.