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How would you feel if you knew a mafia family of genetic talents that horrifically appear differently in every generation, but evolves terrifyingly by age? Enter the mindset of genetics and fear. What if its terror grew to a parallel haunting that reality couldn't face? Then you will begin to see the portrait of your nightmares that massacres your state of mind. Are you willing to face the origins of the massacre? Walk through the terror at your own risk while paralyzed in silence, as the ashes fall.
Time travel, if you dare. Live in a reality where you don’t age within a time that sits in the room of Tobias Murdock. There, you will find the ashes of the lines that divide sight from belief. It ripens from your touch and reaps the cold look of its death from its numbed scream. In the 1950’s and 60’s, “Psycho-Paranoia: A Blood Heist Theory” changed the perspective of fear in New York. It was an alternate universe that became the skin of the people’s thoughts.
When time thought that it could live in between the ticks, it awakened something deeper. It encountered the ghost asylum of the aftermath and lived the nightmare at the same time. Tobias Murdock opened the door to it when he escaped. Naomi Ashes, the love of his life, bled the truth as she lived in the dimension’s blind spots. In a world that doesn’t change from 1969, is its mind in 1952 or 2052? Everywhere that they walked, was a reality that kills.
Will they survive the hands that control? In a reunion of talents, there are smiles that are as deadly as their silence. As the blood on their hands speak up at the table of the sitting terror of time, reality will give to them their own parallel nightmares. Tobias was looked upon as the paranoia of 1952 but the case was left unsolved. Naomi’s presence provided the key. The answers are found in their last names. Though time was tactful with actions, why was blood used to cover traces? Was it the ghost that taunts them? Are they the walk of insanity that’s hidden in the back of the mind?
Portrait Massacre is the realm that holds the story but it’s the fate of the dimension. It will reveal if the dimension is a person or reality. As the facility operates, so does the dying hand on the clock that prepares the headlines of the coffins. Within the time rips, the fight to keep the skin of truth is the risk that haunts as it adds to the pieces of it. While visiting the dimension’s attractions, don’t let the sword become your final distraction.