Papa Sangre review | Thunderbolt

Darkness surrounds you. Blackness coats everything. Moving your hands to your face you see nothing; you’re blind. Step-by-step you slowly walk into the unknown. Your ears prick up; a baby is out there, somewhere, crying. You close your eyes and try to see with your ears. The cries come closer as you scurry forward through the darkness.

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