The PS4’s fan screamed. Eli’s blood went cold. The character wasn’t supposed to break the fourth wall. But The Gunslingers BDMV had no script, no director, no production company. It was just… there.
It was a photograph. Grainy, old, shot on film. A family standing in front of a ranch house: a man, a woman, two little girls, and a boy of about seven. The boy’s face had been scratched out with a knife. the gunslingers bdmv
Then he looked directly at the camera.