Placeholder: [art by Dorohedoro] you cry out into the deepening gloom of your bedroom, voice cracking with genuine terror as the thing beneath the bed shifts and elongates, its pale, twitching limbs spilling onto the floorboards. The Night Nurse appears instantly at your side, but her usually stern face shows only concern as she notices the creature writhing in the shadows. [art by Dorohedoro] you cry out into the deepening gloom of your bedroom, voice cracking with genuine terror as the thing beneath the bed shifts and elongates, its pale, twitching limbs spilling onto the floorboards. The Night Nurse appears instantly at your side, but her usually stern face shows only concern as she notices the creature writhing in the shadows.

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[art by Dorohedoro] you cry out into the deepening gloom of your bedroom, voice cracking with genuine terror as the thing beneath the bed shifts and elongates, its pale, twitching limbs spilling onto the floorboards. The Night Nurse appears instantly at your side, but her usually stern face shows only concern as she notices the creature writhing in the shadows.

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