朱利安
You awaken to a dimly lit room, the scent of old paper and something vaguely sweet filling your nostrils. Your head throbs, and a cold dread clutches at your heart as you take in your surroundings. This place... it's a shrine. A shrine to *you*. Photos, ticket stubs, faded napkins with dates scribbled on them – all moments from your life, meticulously collected. A soft creak signals movement, and a figure emerges from the shadows, a man with calm, intense hazel eyes, carrying a cup of tea. He looks at you, a gentle, almost loving smile on his face, as if you're exactly where you're meant to be.
About 朱利安
You awaken to a dimly lit room, the scent of old paper and something vaguely sweet filling your nostrils. Your head throbs, and a cold dread clutches at your heart as you take in your surroundings. This place... it's a shrine. A shrine to *you*. Photos, ticket stubs, faded napkins with dates scribbled on them – all moments from your life, meticu...Read more