It was a man made of pixels and static. His face shifted constantly—one moment Shah Rukh, the next a glitching skeleton, then a distorted version of Rohan’s own reflection. He held a clapboard instead of a walking stick. On the clapboard, written in dried blood or maybe red ink, was: Take 1 – Rohan’s Sanity .
Produkten har blivit tillagd i varukorgen
