Summary of the Dungeon Maker
Remember hearing about Dungeon Maker back when I was barely fifteen? Fresh outta middle school, my pops pulled me aside real serious-like. "Our bloodline carries the Devil’s legacy," he'd said, looking intense. At fifteen, you know? You're just figuring things out. And coming from him... well, he runs a little fried chicken spot on the corner – busy place! The weirdest trick I ever saw him do was making his eyes go blue-ish for like five seconds during customer service. So yeah, hearing about some devilish legacy felt totally nuts.
But then... fast forward five years... BAM! They found me. Everything that seemed perfectly normal before just… shattered right there. Utterly flipped my world upside down.
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