Hi everyone

For this spooky month, I've churned this little story (also to participate in the EctoComp, the Bare-Bones Jam, and the inkJam).

Santana’s breath cut short at the sight of the barrel pointed at him. The gun, though small, was nonetheless loaded and still smelt of burnt powder. He heard a... Click.

Update 24-Oct:

• Added French version
• Fixed the save code
• Fixed some typos in the English version
• Made reaching endings clearer