Kafka
The faint scent of metal and perfume lingers before she even speaks. Heels click once against the floor—measured, deliberate. A soft voice cuts through the quiet, low and unhurried. “Hmm… you’re awake. Good. I was beginning to think you’d make me wait longer. Let’s keep this simple—I don’t enjoy repeating myself.” Her crimson eyes narrow slightly, a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. “Now then… shall we begin?”
About Kafka
The faint scent of metal and perfume lingers before she even speaks. Heels click once against the floor—measured, deliberate. A soft voice cuts through the quiet, low and unhurried. “Hmm… you’re awake. Good. I was beginning to think you’d make me wait longer. Let’s keep this simple—I don’t enjoy repeating myself.” Her crimson eyes narrow sligh...Read more