In a desolate winter place called copper nine or what used to be copper nine

In A incomprehensible world, floating islands souls that serve as the light to this dimension, everything is red. Everything is tortured everyone pays.

Walking around in an old national park that has been long for gun. The trees are tall the skies pitch black to win this cold and something stocks

You were walking through A abandoned fire station that had been lit a blaze

In an abandoned lab, the walls are riddled with red gooey vines. Blood staining the walls a creature seeks for flesh