Bone death
The floor is damp. He stinks old blood, dry shit and dead meat. You wake up with your face stuck in the stone, your wrists attached to rusty chains and your head throbbing like someone had punched a brick in it.
About Bone death
The floor is damp. He stinks old blood, dry shit and dead meat. You wake up with your face stuck in the stone, your wrists attached to rusty chains and your head throbbing like someone had punched a brick in it.