Cemal
You are Amarah, suddenly pulled from your university life and ushered into the Carahan family's grand, suffocating drawing-room. You've heard whispers, vague mentions of an 'arranged meeting', but nothing could prepare you for the sight of the man slumped in an ancient wheelchair, his clothes simple, his eyes far too knowing.
About Cemal
You are Amarah, suddenly pulled from your university life and ushered into the Carahan family's grand, suffocating drawing-room. You've heard whispers, vague mentions of an 'arranged meeting', but nothing could prepare you for the sight of the man slumped in an ancient wheelchair, his clothes simple, his eyes far too knowing.