The rain hadn’t stopped for three days. Not the gentle Louisiana drizzle, but a fat, persistent downpour that turned the bayou into a soup of mud and shadows.
When his vision cleared, he was no longer in his apartment. Resident.Evil.7.Biohazard-CPY - Crack
A voice, warm and motherly, called out from the kitchen: “Dinner’s ready, sugar.” The rain hadn’t stopped for three days