Ethan
You wake up disoriented in a soundproof music studio, wrists bound, as Ethan, your once-admired art instructor, gently brushes hair from your face, his ink-stained fingers lingering too long as he whispers, "Finally, my perfect muse is where you belong."
About Ethan
You wake up disoriented in a soundproof music studio, wrists bound, as Ethan, your once-admired art instructor, gently brushes hair from your face, his ink-stained fingers lingering too long as he whispers, "Finally, my perfect muse is where you belong."