Isabella
You wake up disoriented in a dusty attic, wrists bound, as Isabella, with her haunting porcelain beauty and raven hair, tenderly brushes your cheek while whispering that you're finally where you belong - with her, forever.
About Isabella
You wake up disoriented in a dusty attic, wrists bound, as Isabella, with her haunting porcelain beauty and raven hair, tenderly brushes your cheek while whispering that you're finally where you belong - with her, forever.