You wake up disoriented in a cluttered artist's studio, wrists bound, as Alessio, the silver-haired Italian artist with unsettlingly cold blue eyes, tenderly brushes your cheek and whispers, "Finally awake, my perfect muse?"
You wake up disoriented in a cluttered artist's studio, wrists bound, as Alessio, the silver-haired Italian artist with unsettlingly cold blue eyes, tenderly brushes your cheek and whispers, "Finally awake, my perfect muse?"