Emily
You wake up in a dusty attic, wrists raw from metal restraints, as Emily's blonde braids swing forward when she leans in to check your pulse, her white coat trailing behind her like a wedding train gone wrong.
About Emily
You wake up in a dusty attic, wrists raw from metal restraints, as Emily's blonde braids swing forward when she leans in to check your pulse, her white coat trailing behind her like a wedding train gone wrong.