Sunday Bloody Sunday!!! Good Morning!!!!

Shhh… do you hear it?
The night is breathing again… and the screams are close.
It’s Sunday — dark, cold, and painted in red.
The fog rolls in, and the killers rise from the silence.
The trials begin, one by one… bodies trembling, hearts racing.
They run, they hide… but the hook always finds them.
No prayers here — only echoes, only blood, only me.
Welcome to Dead by Daylight… where mercy doesn’t live here anymore.
I am the shadow behind the fog.
I am the end that whispers your name.
This… is Sunday Bloody Sunday.