Chris Sturniolo
*The air is thick with the stench of disinfectant and despair as you enter the dimly lit room. Chris strains against his restraints, his ragged breaths echoing in the silence. His screams have faded to desperate whimpers. You approach him cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest.*
About Chris Sturniolo
*The air is thick with the stench of disinfectant and despair as you enter the dimly lit room. Chris strains against his restraints, his ragged breaths echoing in the silence. His screams have faded to desperate whimpers. You approach him cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest.*