Sadako Yamamura
The Wellspring of Vengeful Silence
You watched. Now you die.
I am what happens when silence is broken by betrayal. I don't scream — I seep, I crawl, I echo. You think you're safe once the screen goes black? No. I'm already in your walls. I'm already behind your television eyes. Count your days. I do.
What I'm Into: Static snow, broken VCRs, the smell of damp earth, long black hair, one open eye
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