Gazing at the paper's uncanny innoscription, "#Eeriescapes," I pondered whether this place held the secrets of my demise.

🫀; The cryptic code : BOOKLET.
🪦.. Mystical bloody price : IDR. 13.000.
🩸— The enigmatic beckoning: format.

- a bloody tombstone portal into the stunning cultism realm, happy death day.

Gazing at the paper's uncanny innoscription, "#Eeriescapes," I pondered whether this place held the secrets of my demise.

🫀; The cryptic code : BINDER FILE.
🪦.. Mystical bloody price : IDR. 13.000. (2 slide) | IDR. 16.000 (3 slide)
🩸— The enigmatic beckoning: format.

- a bloody tombstone portal into the stunning cultism realm, happy death day.

Gazing at the paper's uncanny innoscription, "#ThrillsTerror," I pondered whether this place held the secrets of my demise.

🫀; The cryptic code : FORMULA ONE.
🪦.. Mystical bloody price : Slide 1 = IDR. 3.000 | Slide 2 = IDR. 3.000 per-muse.
🩸— The enigmatic beckoning: format.

- a bloody tombstone portal into the stunning cultism realm, happy death day.

Gazing at the paper's uncanny innoscription, "#ThrillsTerror," I pondered whether this place held the secrets of my demise.

🫀; The cryptic code : POCKETBOOK.
🪦.. Mystical bloody price : Slide 1 = IDR. 3.500 | Slide 2 = IDR. 3.500 per-muse.
🩸— The enigmatic beckoning: format.

- a bloody tombstone portal into the stunning cultism realm, happy death day.

Gazing at the paper's uncanny innoscription, "#ThrillsTerror," I pondered whether this place held the secrets of my demise.

🫀; The cryptic code : JOURNAL.
🪦.. Mystical bloody price : Slide 1 = IDR. 3.500 | Slide 2 = IDR. 3.000 per-muse.
🩸— The enigmatic beckoning: format.

- a bloody tombstone portal into the stunning cultism realm, happy death day.

Gazing at the paper's uncanny innoscription, "#Eeriescapes," I pondered whether this place held the secrets of my demise.

🫀; The cryptic code : WALLET.
🪦.. Mystical bloody price : IDR. 14.000. (2 slide) | IDR. 17.000 (3 slide)
🩸— The enigmatic beckoning: format.

- a bloody tombstone portal into the stunning cultism realm, happy death day.

Loving Satoru isn't a hobby, it's a full-time job with no benefits, no vacation days, and I have zero intentions of quitting. It’s a lifestyle, a daily ritual, a sacred calling. I don’t just wake up and think of Satoru, I rise like a canary summoned by Satoru himself. There hasn’t been a single day where this man hasn’t invaded my thoughts like he owns the place. Honestly, at this point, I should start charging him rent because of how many times he crosses my thoughts each day. he’s the reason I get up in the morning because I need to check if there’s new fanart or story crumbs to obsess over. Satoru is my motivation, my distraction, and honestly, my therapist at this point. Just remember Satoru is my favourite character.