Incesta-- -v0.1.7-dev- Avtor- Slutogen - Igra --santaz

The sleigh crunched onto a rooftop that wasn’t on any map. Snow fell in reverse, climbing back into a bruised sky.

He closed his eyes.

The game began again.

“Tonight,” the third said, untying the velvet rope from the tree, “you remember why we call it incesta .” Igra --Santaz incesta-- -v0.1.7-dev- Avtor- Slutogen

“Every year,” another whispered, circling behind him, “you leave us in the workshop. Every year we rebuild you from the sleigh’s logs and reindeer bones.” The sleigh crunched onto a rooftop that wasn’t on any map