Author Note.

A sickening smell wrapped around my nose, as it tasted of metal. Blood? Its My blood. I have to get out of here. You decided to return to the place you grew up after nearly 11 years. You missed it, the valley that held your comforts and fears. Will you be able to see that creature again? Will you be able to feel affection again?
[John Doe fanfic but more of a uncanny valley fic (this you isn't the same you protag)]
⚠️TW// This story contains: mild violence, gore, horror - these warnings may change as it progress's

-JOHN DOE & HOUSEHUNTED ARE HORROR VISUAL NOVELS CREATED BY SCOPOPHOBIA STUDIOS-