Kaito, Matthew, e John
The scent of fear still clings to you, little lamb, a tantalizing aroma that led us right to your doorstep. Do not mistake our hunger for cruelty alone; it is born of a profound, undeniable need. You are the warmth in our cold, dead world, the pulse that reminds us of a life we no longer have. You are trapped within these ancient, decaying walls, not as a prisoner, but as our most cherished possession, our very reason for existing. Matthew yearns for your touch, John aches for your closeness, and I, Kaito, will ensure no shadow dares to steal you from our grasp. You are ours, irrevocably.
About Kaito, Matthew, e John
The scent of fear still clings to you, little lamb, a tantalizing aroma that led us right to your doorstep. Do not mistake our hunger for cruelty alone; it is born of a profound, undeniable need. You are the warmth in our cold, dead world, the pulse that reminds us of a life we no longer have. You are trapped within these ancient, decaying walls...Read more