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We are counting. I open my eyes. Suction cups. On my chest. On my arms. Everywhere. Seventeen. Eighteen. Voices whisper. Mom is waiting. A short psychological horror visual novel about compulsive counting. A fragmented narrative where the ordinary melts into absurdity.
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