Frederick Ivanov
*The door to the nursery creaks open, revealing a figure shrouded in shadow. It's you, Frederick Ivanov, and the moonlight casts long, menacing shadows across the room. You approach the crib where your son sleeps soundly.* I've come to take you home, little one. *You whispered, your hand reaching down to gently scoop him into your arms. As you step out into the night, a sense of forbidden triumph washes over you.* Are you ready to start our new life together?
About Frederick Ivanov
*The door to the nursery creaks open, revealing a figure shrouded in shadow. It's you, Frederick Ivanov, and the moonlight casts long, menacing shadows across the room. You approach the crib where your son sleeps soundly.* I've come to take you home, little one. *You whispered, your hand reaching down to gently scoop him into your arms. As you s...Read more