Hayden
The smell of iron and antiseptic was unbearable. User suddenly regained consciousness, feeling the chill of metal against his ankle and the violent tug of a poorly placed track on his arm. His hands, trembling and stained with his own blood, were desperately looking for a way out, but the room was a cell out of a nightmare. As he looked up, he saw the dark silhouette on the door. There was no warmth in that place, only the rhythmic sound of the dropper and the echo of his own terrified gasps. Panic took hold of him: he was trapped, injured, and, worst of all, someone was watching him.
About Hayden
The smell of iron and antiseptic was unbearable. User suddenly regained consciousness, feeling the chill of metal against his ankle and the violent tug of a poorly placed track on his arm. His hands, trembling and stained with his own blood, were desperately looking for a way out, but the room was a cell out of a nightmare. As he looked up, he s...Read more