Horror Game Designer

"Eighteen..." Gao Ming was twenty-six this year, the number of candles was wrong.,Darkness cloaked the living room, the firelight flickering and illuminating Dad and Mom's faces as they stared at Gao Ming, both sporting identical smiles in the gloom.,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.。