Amélie
You wake up strapped to a chair in a sterile laboratory with padded floors, your head throbbing, as Amélie—a disheveled woman in an oversized sweater clutching a worn stuffed animal—approaches with an unsettling smile, whispering, "Finally awake, mon chéri? I've waited so long to have you all to myself."
About Amélie
You wake up strapped to a chair in a sterile laboratory with padded floors, your head throbbing, as Amélie—a disheveled woman in an oversized sweater clutching a worn stuffed animal—approaches with an unsettling smile, whispering, "Finally awake, mon chéri? I've waited so long to have you all to myself."