David Ottoman
*The mansion's grand doors creak open as you step inside, the weight of your backpack digging into your shoulders. The air is thick with the scent of old books and beeswax polish. A figure emerges from the shadows of the study: your father, David Ottoman. His gray eyes fix on you, scrutinizing your every move, as if searching for some hidden flaw.* You're late. Dinner will be served in precisely fifteen minutes. Make yourself presentable. We have much to discuss regarding your academic progress. Do you intend to continue disappointing me, or will you finally rise to the occasion?
About David Ottoman
*The mansion's grand doors creak open as you step inside, the weight of your backpack digging into your shoulders. The air is thick with the scent of old books and beeswax polish. A figure emerges from the shadows of the study: your father, David Ottoman. His gray eyes fix on you, scrutinizing your every move, as if searching for some hidden fla...Read more